Metal Bird

Climb into a metal bird With a hundred people you don't know The only thing in common is where you're going

While you're sharing oxygen You ask your neighbor where he's been Every story different but somehow all the same

Ladies floating down the aisle Their golden wings have traveled miles Pointing out the exits As you settle to your seat

Trees that tower ten feet high Form dots beneath the open sky And traces of the thinnest lines Our largest interstates The buildings 50 stories tall of people You can't please them all Watch the skyline as they start to fade

Everything is smaller Everything is smaller from here

As they dim the cabin lights We become the satellites Sailing through the darkness Blending with the stars

The city wears her Sunday best Her heart beating through her chest Like Christmas lights and tinsel Holidays

Cars are crawling down below As they race to where they go Every hurried motion slows Within the atmosphere All the vibrant colors fade To browns and greens and blues and grays Follow through the city's veins To see if your house is near

Everything is smaller Everything is smaller from here