Missed her Like a detour And I'm coming around Again, Slower than the first Like a second sweep Through the airport terminal Looking for her face Like how I remember her last As I'm flying low Smile wide As the sun is warm, Trying to single her out Precious needle Amongst the haystack people, There's a glimmer She's spotted me Before I do, And then it's like The light At the end of a tunnel, I've arrived Ship to port; I've found my anchor...