Transatlantic Flight

My father died on a transatlantic flight
They ran out of fuel, so they never made it down
Now, day and night
They fly round and round through the dark and the light
Never touching the ground
They finally starved after 27 nights, skeletal there in the pressurized air

If I'm in flight and we run out of fuel
I'll find the window and I'll push it through
I'll shimmy out like paste shot from a tube
Rain down in a spray of red instead of circling your room
Like an awful joke that lingers in your ears
Or the stupid light of a stupid moon

It's enough to make you want to scream



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Grant
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