Unattended is the Earth, you off.
How can I last a few hours myself?
Still, the leaves are falling from the trees
And the cabs are always speeding by.
It feels empty on the Earth alone when you're gone.
And you, you fly on and it's you
Who each star's got a soft spot for.
Every bit as lonely felt the Earth
Just as Saint-Exupéry flew by.
Still, the leaves were falling from the trees
And the Earth could never think of how
She could last all by herself the while he flew on
And on, who each star's looking forward to having
A soft spot for.
Unattended is the Earth, you off,
Wishing you came flying back so soon.