You're older, you're haunted, you're ahead of your time In corners of acres of blocks of straight lines Blurringly, hourly we cross some great divides Some heritage moments and some melodious minds A voice above the engine and the jet stream combined "It's time, sir, the time, sir, do you have the time?" As the moon groomed the airplane In a benevolent way Again with the myth that's neither here, neither there Again with the myth from up, up high in the air Above it all, I love you all, oh how could this be the end? Satan backhands our nose and our chin
The wings tell the tailfins, "it's freak turbulence" Just then the captain a**ures us we will land "I'll have you on the ground in twenty five minutes or less" "Or less," did he say, "less"? Unless what? We're not on time? Or less he said "or less" jet stream and engine combine Unless he said "or less" as if a joke might just keep us flying And as the moon groomed the airplane In a benevolent way And as the moon groomed the airplane In a benevolent way And as the moon groomed the airplane With its benevolent rays