Atmosphere

the sky is always looming
ready to fall straight down
there’s so much of it all around me
in this broken little town
and the belts have come unfastened
that used to strap us in
we’re falling through the black night
they’ll never hold us down again
‘cause we’re soaring through the blue sky
we’re streaking through the air
we’re tearing through the atmosphere
as though we didn’t have a care
and we always love the most
in the hours before I’m gone
the dark car ride to the airport
just this side of dawn
and the freshly painted lines
down the newly paved road
signal you which way to go
but they never point you home
and now we’re soaring through the blue sky
we’re streaking through the air
we’re tearing through the atmosphere
as though we didn’t have a care
and the constant parade of information marching across my screen
makes every human interaction seem mechanical and mean
but we’re soaring through the blue sky
we’re streaking through the air
we’re tearing through the atmosphere
as though we didn’t have a care