There was a disturbance in the air
A turbulence within despair.
And when I turned to glance at the wing,
I found myself staring at a thing.
The words I could contain no longer,
Pilot, can you tell me how much farther?
The air is thin, my ears wont pop,
That thing outside will not stop.
How long have I been in the air,
Will that thing let me get there.
I realize I’m starting to become a bother,
Pilot, is it that much farther?
I got this ticket in the mail,
Because I refused to set sail.
And stare at things deep in the sea,
Clambering their way up to me.
Though I have a feeling now I would rather,
Pilot, can you tell me how much farther?
To the place I’m going, if I should land,
Is no place that I really wanted to stand.
The thing on the wing is starting to move,
I think it’s becoming part of my groove.
I start to pray to the Father,
Pilot, will it be much longer?
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