The Drop

Moving down the Fuselage Toward the open door. Catch you looking down Outside To see what lies ahead. One by one you watch them Fall, Fall through clouds. One by one you watch them Fall, no idea where They're going But down. Where they've gone. Where they've gone. Watching as the sun goes Down. I sit inside this plane. Notice how the city Lights Are like the nerves inside the brain. One by one they're going out. You watch them dim. One by one you watch them fall And wonder where they're Falling To.