From a DC-9 at night I look out on a field of lights But that's not for you and I, I know. Pools of darkness lie Both to the left and right Beneath the swollen sky The low lows On a DC-9 in flight They turn the aisle lights off at midnight. I saw a bright and shining sidewalk through the clouds Slowly diverging from our route & pressed my hand against The tiny row of plastic windows And watched the next-to-last hope go. The low lows The low lows The low lows