Lacing up our shoes on a bench in the sun
I'm putting on my belt in front of everyone
Bright blue screens are shouting from the rafters at the crowds
"Do you have your boarding pass?" I ask, while thinking of the clouds
But the news is too loud
We let the crazy people steal the conversation pit
There's money to be made off a nation that's been split
But we're all in this together, facing forward in our chairs
Thinking only of mortality while hanging in the air
In the air, in the air
Up in the bright blue sky, we've been sleeping
Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee
Questioning the schedules we've been keeping
Row 23, who can it be, it's you and me
You're dozing in the window seat but I can see out if I lean
Being careful of your coffee cup, you added too much cream
Distorted in the travel we're going faster than it seems
Below us grids of farmland stretch as far as I can see
Through the clouds, like a dream
Up in the bright blue sky, we've been sleeping
Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee
Questioning the schedules we've been keeping
Row 23, who can it be, it's you and me
Returning to the planet all the lines become streets
A country full of traffic jams but no one ever meets
And we are just the same although we're in a different place
Believing that we're grounded while we're spinning into space
Space, space, space, space, space