The bird is here and we are off
To wherever those wings take us
The atmosphere is crawling with airlines
That wind through the clouds
And look down at the crowds
Relax your back and let the noise
Sing you to sleep in my arms
If you awake before we arrive
I will carry you down and I won't make a sound
The scent is strong as we move on
And breathe in the pristine crime scene
The false veneer is old like a substitute volunteer
From oh some other year
I'm just a shell as far as I can tell
So I paint my eyes a light green
The silver beams are twirling and swirling
Throughout your dreams
Like air traffic streams
To wherever those wings take us
The atmosphere is crawling with airlines
That wind through the clouds
And look down at the crowds
Relax your back and let the noise
Sing you to sleep in my arms
If you awake before we arrive
I will carry you down and I won't make a sound
The scent is strong as we move on
And breathe in the pristine crime scene
The false veneer is old like a substitute volunteer
From oh some other year
I'm just a shell as far as I can tell
So I paint my eyes a light green
The silver beams are twirling and swirling
Throughout your dreams
Like air traffic streams
Affection, the gifted architect
Is making a draft and beautiful design
The options and possibilities
Are endless when we connect and re-align
Collections of books and documents
Arise and parade around my cluttered desk
Reworking the math and measurements
Until I'm convinced these plans are picturesque
Like mountains in the Midwest
Reaction creates the columns dark
And wide like the roads around Fort Lauderdale
The structures begin to take their shape
Before I've designed the public monorail
The turnpike and high-speed motorway
Connect and enclose the quaint suburban streets
The airport, the broad suspension bridge
The lake and the beach where several rivers meet
Compounded from the spreadsheet
A city sparkles in the night
How can it glow so bright?
The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light
Designer skyline in my head
Abstract and still well-read
You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead
Is making a draft and beautiful design
The options and possibilities
Are endless when we connect and re-align
Collections of books and documents
Arise and parade around my cluttered desk
Reworking the math and measurements
Until I'm convinced these plans are picturesque
Like mountains in the Midwest
Reaction creates the columns dark
And wide like the roads around Fort Lauderdale
The structures begin to take their shape
Before I've designed the public monorail
The turnpike and high-speed motorway
Connect and enclose the quaint suburban streets
The airport, the broad suspension bridge
The lake and the beach where several rivers meet
Compounded from the spreadsheet
A city sparkles in the night
How can it glow so bright?
The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light
Designer skyline in my head
Abstract and still well-read
You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead
[Snippets from Ronald Reagan's Space Shuttle "Challenger" Tragedy Address:]
Ladies and Gentlemen, today is a day for mourning and remembering.
They had a hunger to explore the universe and discover its truths,
And they had that special grace, that special spirit that says:
"Give me a challenge, and I'll meet it with joy."
The crew of the Space Shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God.
Ladies and Gentlemen, today is a day for mourning and remembering.
They had a hunger to explore the universe and discover its truths,
And they had that special grace, that special spirit that says:
"Give me a challenge, and I'll meet it with joy."
The crew of the Space Shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God.
