what if i can't, joe?

what if i'm leaving in 5 minutes and racing to the airport where the plane's leaving for south america the only damn airport i can't walk to and i have to get a cab and it's already too late but i'm going to pretend she still wants me to come and i'm going to run there as fast as i can as fast as that plane will take me as fast as customs will let me through with my sweaty face gleaming eyes desperate smile don't you want me to see you anymore why did you leave me why aren't you taking me back why are you changing in front of me who are you why did you go?