coming to meet mennnnit's not the wings of pegasusnnthat carry me tonightnnacross a deep, dark seannso i cannot sit backnni cannot relaxnnenjoy the flight and get some sleepnnnnbut over the freeway,nni see a pair of lights i think recognizenncould that be you, coming to meet me?nnand it's true i've been awaynnbut now i'm coming home to staynnis that too much to ask that that's younncoming to meet me?nnnnand the plane touches downnni see relief in the faces all around mennand i know that i said the wrong thingnni know i left it hanging by a stringnnbut i'm hoping it's still there, hanging on...nnnnbut over the freeway,nni see a pair of lights i think recognizenncould that be you, coming to meet me?nnand it's true i've been awaynnbut now i'm coming home to staynnis that too much to ask that that's younncoming to meet me?nnnnhe's at the service of the poetsnnat the service of the oil mennnhe's still king of the magnolianneven though you can't see himnnnnand the buildings now are much too tallnncause modern times have changed it allnnbut i still remember when i was a kidnnand i remember thinkingnnthat a prince would come and save mennswoop down on pegasus to where i hidnnnnbut over the freeway,nni see a pair of lights i think recognizenncould that be you, coming to meet me?nnand it's true i've been awaynnbut now i'm coming home to staynnis that too much to ask that that's younncoming to meet me?