When I look straight ahead
I realise I’m not dead
When I held others hands
I made other plans
There’s a line of sight in a small boat
Occasionally you can see
Between the towering waves
Maybe
Fasten your seat belts
In our funny little land
It’s getting kind of bland
Riding a distant wave
Rolling higher and higher
For you and for me
It’s getting harder to see
I sucked up the past
But that never lasts
Please disable electronic devices
We’ve only got a slice of now
But then there’s nowhere we’ve been
And there’s nothing to show
That is for you and for me
A help, a comfort, a plan, or a blanket
A good storm might help
By clearing the air
Please refrain from smoking
At least those waves would crash
And we would be swimming against something
Something we know
We wish you a safe flight
February 2010
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