A Few More Hours at YYZ - Billy Raffoul

While I’m bitching about a few more hours at YYZ

Someone’s wishing for a few more hours before death

Comes to collect their beloved from their side

Perspective it has never been a strong suite of mine

I should call my grandmother you know

It’s not her fault we don’t always see eye to eye

Life is short so why not say the words

While they can be heard while we still got time

You, you, you really oughta know that you’re beautiful

On a flight from Metropolitan to JFK

I sat behind an argument already underway

Eventually they peacefully agreed to disagree

If the right to bear was worth the life it buries

You should call your enemy you know

Befriending a foe may only take a smile

Life is short so why not say the words

While they can be heard while we still got time

You, you, you really oughta know that you’re beautiful

I recall the news at six o’clock

Only a few were lost and it warranted a sigh

We’re broken the moment we become

So comfortably numb to burying a child

You, you, you I guess we’ll never know

You, you, you just how beautiful

You, you, you I guess we’ll never know

Just how beautiful