Coronavirus 033

I could get on a flight to LA
And never see the light of day
I could get stopped in immigration
I could die of viral consumption

Danger waving and weaving
Waiting in line, waiting to die
When you land, it's a surprise
Locked up forever, existence denied

A plane crash, a car crash
A passport that explodes
Traveling and losing direction
Dear Lord guide me to my humble abode



Credits
Writer(s): Marty Byrne
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