Rusted wingspan

frustrated thrower

basting on the tarmac

could we move any slower

SeaTac to Dulles

Richmond to Reno

smooth ride rental

no time for Keno



*I can see through the clouds

right to the ground

different shapes and textures

deep greens and light browns

cities of mystery

mountains of wonder

staying clear of all the lightning

and above all.......the thunder*



Busted book binding

flopping around

choppy turbulence

flying waitress's are asked to sit down

gradual decent

we should be down soon

take in the view

of being closer to the moon



*chorus*



Well the mile high club still exists

as two people disappear

and the little baby disapproves

and screams out loud

so the whole plane can hear

in incoherrent baby talk

at the top of her baby lungs

and I close my eyes

absorb my chair just like

water to a sponge



My brain is like a drummer

trying to hold a groove

keeping time to time zone

my brain constantly on the move

I think of your face

and long for that sound

not the drummer keeping the pace

but the wheels hitting the ground



*chorus*



I'm flying...