I know what you mean
When you want to run to meet the world
Intentions may not carry you far
Small planes are here
But they never leave my room at all
They don't make it through
They don't make it out

I want to be like Sister Veronica
Whose life connects with so many lives
Small planes are here
But they never leave my room at all
They don't make it through
They don't make it out

My words to him
They didn't touch him, not at all
And I never can say what I mean to say
Small plans are here
But they never leave my room at all
They don't make it through
They don't make it out

Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles
When am I going to leave here?
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles
When am I going to get there?
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles
Who am I going to help there?
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles
When am I going to get there?