He’s got a plan now
For when he’s turning 35
And I’ll be 29

He’ll hop the fastest plane
And wander through Beijing
And Moscow in the spring
Well maybe if you’re free

Like I could drop my life to get on the first flight
Wait for his reply to get on the first flight

He calls me on a landline
I wonder where he’s been
He dreams I'm in a house
With a baby and a kid
Well, maybe they’d be his
Oh, maybe they’d be his
But he’s waited long enough
On a path he might have missed

Like I could drop my life and get on the first flight
Wait for his reply to get on the first flight

The car right next to me is stalling
Her engine’s getting tired
I check to see her breathe alone in
The shopping mall garage
I wonder what she thinks of Moscow
And maybe where I’ll be
Her family’s probably at home now
Avoiding everything

Like I could drop my life and get on the first flight
Wait for his reply to get on the first flight
No, I won’t drop my life to get on the first flight
I can’t drop my life to get on the first flight

He takes me like a drug
And swallows what he needs
And wonders what I think
Of Moscow in the spring