Airport Antenatal Airplane

Some things are just. Some things are just. Were you born in the air? Sometimes I see planes and I think of you And I stare. Sweeping through the night sky. All of you flying by. How many of you are up there? Perfectly above my head with your cheeks on a Chair. Some asleep, some lit up by Hollywood monitor glare. Feel the weight of the world go. I start my journey to and fro. Fires burning my heart is here. Feel the weight of the world is all. You all look so small from up here. You all look so small From up there. You all look so small From up here. Is there concerns in the air? You flew economy, reserved your ecology to escape This nightmare. The deluge of the world flows. Ain't too easy to see when it's this lonely Down here. So let's escape this error. As if it weren't up to me, as if I didn't ever care. From JFK down to Heathrow. Middle window seat, I wanna feel free, Oh.