Better Than This

We’re waiting for the next plane
We’re soaked through from the hellfire rain
So here we are baggage packed on the terminal bench
And she’s crying and I’m sighing and we’re dying inside

No one cares for our absence
No one shares our reluctant reluctance
So there we are eyes wide shut on a wing and a prayer
And I run so she runs but it’s not to the sun

‘Where will we go?’ she says to me
‘Will we be the same?’ tearfully
I say, ‘Baby, I don’t know
But it’ll be better than this
Much more forgiving than this
So much sweeter, better than this.’

She’s clutching her small crucifix
I’m grasping some half forgotten verses
So here we go in the air no turning back
And she’s sad and I’m sad but we need it that bad

‘Where will we live?’ she asks of me
‘What shall we tell those who ask?’
I say, ‘Sweetheart, I don’t know
But it’ll be better than this
Tell them more honest than this
So much sweeter, better than this.’