Let Me Make This Plane

Please just let me make this plane Before the overnight milk-run train Your voice, your choice is all I follow And I know it's tight, but if I could just get on the evening flight To tell the truth I know exactly what I should do But my legs wouldn't take me there if I asked them to If this thing we have is not to last I'll take the first door please, just help me rip the bandage fast Blind ivy reaches up and pulls itself from underground The leaves and flowers later fall without a breath of sound No mind how much I water, and how well I tend the blooms I deadhead all that's passed, but a drought's a drought in any room And now I face the lonely midnight pain I will lose in this but you won't gain My suitcase is full of things we can't discuss So let's throw that baggage under the Greyhound bus And lest you need reminding hon Two is better than a weaker one