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Steve Key: Songs/Lyrics

Departures

(Steve Key)
June 2, 2012
Steve Key

Originally released on "New Hope" (Local Folkel Records 1990)

Recorded and mixed at Splice of Life, Brighton MA, June '89 to January '90

Produced by Darleen Wilson, engineered by Coleman Rogers

Bass: Richard Gates

Dobro: Martin Grosswendt

Harmonies: Steve Key

My father worked for Pan Am Airlines. He was a mechanic in the electrical shop, and then went on to become president of the union local, Transport Workers Union Local 505. We lived an hour south of the San Francisco Airport, but sometimes he would take us there to see a new plane, like the 747. I remember the scene described in the first verse, and I remember it as one of those rare times he and I did something on our own. And the scene in verse two is also from my memory, when I was leaving the Bay Area in 1983 for the open road (which didn't last long, because I discovered I don't do well as a homeless guy). But it wasn't a Ford; it was a Plymouth Valiant.

 

Parked in a Ford by the hangar on the frontage road
My father and I, in a rare moment alone 
He points to the planes, all in a line 
And says "There, that's a 707, and that one's a DC-9." 
His dream for me is that I'll take the controls and fly 
But he never mentions that dream, or the reason why 
As we watch the departures 
Planes lifting over the Bay 
Leaving when you wish you could stay 
And gettin' so good at going away 
The years wents by until I packed up all that I'd owned 
Into that Ford heading for points unknown 
My mother is saying that car is gonna fall apart 
My father is under the hood, trying to make it start 
My mother says he finds it hard to say that he cares 
All he can do is try to make the needed repairs 
As we watch the departures 
Planes lifting over the Bay 
Leaving when you wish you could stay 
And gettin' so good at going away 
The departures 
Planes lifting over the Bay 
Leaving when I wish I could stay 
But I've gotten so good at going away 
I'm going away

Parked in a Ford by the hangar on the frontage road

My father and I, in a rare moment alone 

He points to the planes, all in a line 

And says "There, that's a 707, and that one's a DC-9." 

His dream for me is that I'll take the controls and fly 

But he never mentions that dream, or the reason why 

 As we watch the departures 

 Planes lifting over the Bay 

Leaving when you wish you could stay 

And gettin' so good at going away 

The years wents by until I packed up all that I'd owned 

Into that Ford heading for points unknown 

My mother is saying that car is gonna fall apart 

My father is under the hood, trying to make it start 

My mother says he finds it hard to say that he cares 

All he can do is try to make the needed repairs 

As we watch the departures 

Planes lifting over the Bay 

Leaving when you wish you could stay 

And gettin' so good at going away 

The departures 

Planes lifting over the Bay 

Leaving when I wish I could stay 

But I've gotten so good at going away 

I'm going away