My Favourite Part

So much more than 30 hours away today
 Like some far off dream
 And you were the star
 This letter's found my hands 600 times this week
 And I wonder where
 And who and what you are
 If I land in your town, can I look you up?
 List the street names that will guide me to you
 'Cause I like what transpired the night we met
 And all that hasnt happened yet
 To hear your voice coursing out across the wires
 Of two provinces blows my reverie
 The audio is so much blunter than the words
 On a blinking screen and in my memory
 If you land in my town, will you look me up?
 I set an extra spot at the table for you
 Can scarcely fathom the way we met
 And all that hasn't happened yet
 Is this a waiting time or a biding time?
 Is it a passing time from the last to the next time?
 The bleakest summer that I have ever lived
 Fades to shadows in the light of your smile
 I hold this image close beside me when those shadows
 Flicker threateningly every once in a while
 If I land in your town can I look you up?
 Or will that spoil a precious memory of you?
 My favourite part about the night we met
 Is all that hasn't happened yet