Tear up my fuselage
And I’ll tell you what to say
Falling from the sky–
I’m floating and unconscious
It’s only rubble and fire,
But it’s only a few hundred and a jumbo
And “he who saw it shall never forget”
Still sits by the window
His eyes pan-trained to the horizon,
Gun splayed across his lap
He said “And I remember now she was–
Even beautiful, but she was gone
And had left long ago”
And the town’s gone, but it’s back now.
But I still remember how it was the day
She kissed her children on the head
and said she’d be back in a week
Her bird carrying her off
into the wintry night
And so she’d tell you about
How 103 birds took their flight
Opportune from your ground
Pause, and they’ll fly to the horizon
End, and they’ll reach for the sky.