Every tear you cry

every doubting eye

all of these things will pass away. . .

All of your big mistakes

your little old heart would break

wishing that I would take them back. . .

Write down the things you don't want,

burn them in a glass. . .

Write down the things you dream of,

make a paper plane that flies to heaven. . .



And buy a ticket for a plane,

and come and see me,baby.

Or drive your car all night,

By just starlight,

to Canada. . .

That's where I'll be waiting.



All of the empty rooms,

All of the silent space,

every warm embrace is you.

Nothing is like it was,

there's nobody here but us,

I have been filled right up with this. . .



Write down the words of saddness,

burn them in a cup. . .

Write down the things you've wanted,

throw them to the wind that's soaring up to heaven. . .



And buy a ticket for a plane,

and come and see me,baby.

Or drive your car all night,

By just starlight,

to Canada. . .

Oh,buy a ticket for a plane,

and come and see me,baby. . .

Or drive your car all night,

by just starlight, to Canada. . .

That's where I'll be waiting