Airborne

Standing on the edge of magic

captured by the form

heading down a dead-end alley again

trying to get warm

Stretched out across

the cool Mojave night

the electric sun beats down

with the morning light

You and me we’re airborne

high above the sea

far away from this war-torn world

fly away with me

Arctic days tell a circular story

devoid of form

I’m staring into the white void

battered by the storm

The northern lights make a tapestry

there’s a color for every tone

there’s not a sound but I hear music

deep in my bones

You and me we’re airborne

high above the sea

far away from this war-torn world

fly away with me

From desert to tundra

you have no end

you’re everywhere I’m going

and every place I’ve been

I’m sticking to my guns by day

and I’m hiding in the night

but I just want to take you away

on an endless flight

You and me we’re airborne

high above the sea

far away from this war-torn world

fly away with me

Fly away with me