Take a deep breath try to relax
Just close the shade
don't start to panic
Hope there's no map
in the seat back
Cause if I know where we're at
Right as we cross to blue from green
The fiery terror will engulf me
You hold my hand reluctantly
But you look at me like I am crazy
Planes almost never crash you say
Almost never isn't never
I say as I shake
And I fight back tears
my biggest fear
Something going wrong
while we're up here
Eyes closed tight until we land
I don't care if it's rare
It happens
It happens
It happens
It happens
Five in a den with a TV on 10
229 meeting in a sea beyond them
Married to marathon
of bad cable access
Times while the
gravitron axis wind
Up Tony had a hive for the club
Where the toes of the tigers
arrive and errupt
Run's house flies
in a ripening husk
Each unwound one
too alive to instruct
On his own yet wove
are a knife in the gut
So a holed up night
was a fiber to clutch
Wednesday 9 2 98 but really
Not even a client of your time
and space
Surf in a 20 inch tube
In a home videos
over news kinda room
But a casual flip
is a light show dice roll
Looking for a chuckle might
stumble on a cyclone
This just in tale of a plane crash
Typical affliction to flinch at
and change past
Harsh but the city piles stiffs
like a haystack
Either you're a needle
or a gray mass
One channel up wait
maybe change back
Okay a dose of
the old death toll game
Fact MD 11 in the ocean
Close to the coast of a cold
Nova Scotia
Left JFK smelled smoke
in the vulture
Found fire in the hole
never found closure
Now a quote from his homeboy
Jeremy
My mother took a night
flight out of Kennedy
What Yup she was
Switzerland bound
Aw dude she's fine dude she's fine
What you're thinking is an
impossibility of design
Turn it up a second
if need a little peace of mind
Halifax divers find no survivors
We just need the name
of the city you were flying towards
It's not like any of us
knew the routing
But the given alternative
isn't one we were allowing
Here's where the room run a fever
Five in a den waiting on a
flight number through a speaker
And I never knew a number
as a cleaver
Till an anchorwoman utter
Swiss Air 111 to Geneva
Holy fucking shit
What just happened
That doesn't happen
We were just sitting here normal
Now they got a motherless child
with a father and a widower
to phone call
I remember that you rode
your bike home
N Y autumn like a
fright night fight song
Four stayed up late
with the lights on
Combing over every last
scale on a python
You were in the hearts of the
posse you were raised in
Spoke of in the same breathe
as powerful and brave men
Learned life outta death
live with his friends
Five in the den with the TV on 10