From the air the fields

East of Dublin look just like a watercolor

When the streets rise up to meet the plane

Nobody notices

And I miss your face more than anything in the world

And I miss your face more than anything in the world

Whiskey for everybody

To us and to all left behind

Beautiful morning you've got some place to be

So if you have to go be sure to think of me

'Cus I miss your face more than anything in the world

And I miss your face more than anything in the world

Whiskey for everybody

Whisper the words before your out the door again

I believe that your were right

The seas are full and stars are falling

I believe that you were right

We we were so young when we left home

From the fields to the air over Dublin looks just like a watercolor

And even in empty arms I feel the weight of you

Ohhh

I miss your face more than anything in the world

I miss your face more than anything

Whiskey for everybody

To us and to all we left behind

When we left home