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it started at daybreak on the tarmac
something said, don't turn back
after boarding the aircraft
sometimes I wish I could stay way up
never land ever again
in my dreams always in a rush
by the time I wakeup, I know what's up
I see a card table some folding chairs
my people are some dirty dealers
me, I'm somewhere in the shuffle
on the deck about to sail away
in the back of my mind, I'm hoping
I packed a lifejacket and my parachute
open in time in alignment on assignment
off to another level my regards to
the other devil my God the lights
so bright can't tell day from night
wind so strong I can't fly my kite
nothing but sand I can't ride my bike
cut on my hand it's hard to write
this view is out of sight seal pressed
against thy will on a vessel made of steel
a blog on an analog turns the wheel
out the box off the chain off the rocker
on the swing chronologically organizing
chapters of dreams captured
it started at daybreak on the tarmac
something whispered, don't turn back
