Lyrics:

You're older, you're haunted,
You're ahead of your time.
In corners of acres of blocks of
straight lines.
Blurringly, hourly we cross some
great divides
some heritage moments and some
melodious minds...
a voice above the engine and the
jet stream combined
"It's time..sir...The time sir...
Do you have the time?"
As the moon groomed the airplane in a
benevolent way.
Again with the myth that's neither here,
neither there.
Again with the myth from up
up high in the air.
Above it all, I love you all.
Oh how could this be the end?
Satan backhands our nose and our chin
The wings tell the tailfins
'It's freak turbulence'

Just then the captain assures us
we will land,
"I'll have you on the ground
in 25 minutes or less."
'Or less,' did he say 'less'? Unless what?
We're not on time?
Or less he said 'or less Jet stream
and engine combine."
Unless he said 'Or less' as if a joke might
just keep us flying
as the moon groomed the airplane
In a benevolent way.
As the moon groomed the airplane
With its benevolent rays.