Come What May

You said “Paris was too pretty, New York too tall
London and Dublin too grey…”
Back in Seattle the rain made you cry
Honey, you cry anyway
And watching you pack for your trip to LA
I started to understand
Promises made were easily broken
Out in the Promised Land

All that we have is right here today
I miss you like childhood when you go away
Go if you must, I think I’ll just stay
Baby good luck, I’ll be all right
Come What May

Carefully choosing the things that you came with…
Every picture you caught
All that was left when you left again
Were pieces of battles we fought
I will admit I get homesick, too
For someplace I’ve never been
But I wouldn’t leave you and could only be true
You promised the same thing back then

Baby good luck…fly away
Freedom is calling or so you say
Go where you must,…think I’ll just stay
I wish you well. You’ll be all right
Come What May
Baby good luck, I’ll be all right
Come What May