In this crowded little airport
on the edge of town
I watch through the window
as your plane lifts off the ground
and standing here alone
underneath the boarding sign
while you're following your heart
what do I
what do I
what do I do with mine?
I put a letter in your suitcase
that you may never read
I guess I'll never know
if she's anything like me
but if you ever call
or get the chance to write tell me
while you're following your heart
what do I
what do I
what do I do with mine?
I'll go on without you with me
and maybe I'll find something I can call my own
oh and baby can you blame me
for wanting you to give a damn where I'm gonna go?
So I'll wait until your flight is just
a speck against the gray
then I'll close my eyes
and remember how you'd say
that you won't ever drift
completely from my life
but while you're, while you're following your heart
what do I
what do I
what do I do
what do I
what do I
what do I do with mine?
When someone leaves you behind, there is only question that matters. You wonder if you missed the signs, if you were easy to disregard, and if they're hurting like you are. But those answers are just rings around the bulls-eye. It all comes down to you and you alone. While they're following their heart, what will you do with yours? Because what you do is up to you, and what happens for the rest of your life is your own design.