I see you all the time in airports
In the windows of the shuttle trains
Flashing past between the terminals

Below the rising planes

And as I pull my shoes off

Put my coins in the plastic tray
I see you past the X ray machine
Just a hundred feet away


In the lines of people waiting
At the frozen yogurt stand

Or running down the moving walkway
Dragging a rolling bag


I see you all the time in airports
Just a hundred feet away


I see you flipping through the pages
Of books by millionaires
Who found that Jesus Christ could guide them

Into tripling their sales

Late at night in airports

The cages pulled across the stores
And early in the morning
When they drive the waxer across the floor


I see you sitting on your suitcase
I see you sleeping in a chair

But each time I get too close
You always disappear


I see you all the time in airports
Just A hundred feet away