I was unusually quiet as I drove into the airport that morningIt was an ordinary thing, he'd been making these trips for so longHe was happy as he talked of his job and flight to ChicagoBut I couldn't get it out of my head that something was wrongHe kissed me goodbye at the wife's usual getting off placeI hugged him extra tight and held back the love in my throatThough it was raining I ran up the steps to the observation platformAnd stood there waving goodbye to that thin little ribbon of smokeThin ribbon of smoke, thin ribbon of smokeThrough my tears that's all I can seeThin ribbon of smoke, thin ribbon of smokeWaving goodbye to meThe telegram arrived on the morning, he was due back on FridayVery short and to the point it seemed to me unfeelingly coldFour words stood out as my eyes ran across the messageDivorce was the first and the last was not coming homeThin ribbon of smoke, thin ribbon of smokeThrough my tears that's all I can seeThin ribbon of smoke, thin ribbon of smokeWaving goodbye to meWaving goodbye to me