old
terminal watching,
the glowing letters on the signs
nowhere is the place to be when time stands still like this
Something about an airport transcends time and space and everything is held still among the chaos that surrounds me.
The comforting clicks and clangs of my personal headphones keep me awake
I don’t want to be anywhere right now,
I’m so happy where I am.
I feel people staring at the back of me
There is a little child hiding under a fat woman’s blue dress
Everyone sitting on the blue chairs reading their newspapers about people who are dying and the money that they can spend on stocks and bonds
No one gives each other direct eye contact here because we all know that we’ll never see anyone on the flight ever again
The track slides
The numbers change
The record skips
Xylophone harmonics echo in my head
The lights dim
It’s my time to go.
And the Vapor trails, like memories fly on my wing side
I see the clouds of my past life float steadily beneath me
like Towering billows of white mist
my ears ring with pain and my mouth shouts for joy
a new world awaits me when I land
the world always looks so different when you are 25,000 feet above it
everything almost seems like a train model
the cold sky only holds the best of hopes for me
sometimes on a plane I don’t think I’m real
I think this is all a dream
And the world keeps flying by
I’m holding still in time frozen in air.
I wish I could always be here
Now and forever Never and for always
Lost in limbo traversing the turbulence
Slipping into slumber
the glowing letters on the signs
nowhere is the place to be when time stands still like this
Something about an airport transcends time and space and everything is held still among the chaos that surrounds me.
The comforting clicks and clangs of my personal headphones keep me awake
I don’t want to be anywhere right now,
I’m so happy where I am.
I feel people staring at the back of me
There is a little child hiding under a fat woman’s blue dress
Everyone sitting on the blue chairs reading their newspapers about people who are dying and the money that they can spend on stocks and bonds
No one gives each other direct eye contact here because we all know that we’ll never see anyone on the flight ever again
The track slides
The numbers change
The record skips
Xylophone harmonics echo in my head
The lights dim
It’s my time to go.
And the Vapor trails, like memories fly on my wing side
I see the clouds of my past life float steadily beneath me
like Towering billows of white mist
my ears ring with pain and my mouth shouts for joy
a new world awaits me when I land
the world always looks so different when you are 25,000 feet above it
everything almost seems like a train model
the cold sky only holds the best of hopes for me
sometimes on a plane I don’t think I’m real
I think this is all a dream
And the world keeps flying by
I’m holding still in time frozen in air.
I wish I could always be here
Now and forever Never and for always
Lost in limbo traversing the turbulence
Slipping into slumber