To Meet the Moon

sitting on a smokestack she rehearses
listening to the echo make it huge
blithely disregarding second verses
swallowed in the sonic centrifuge
all at once the sounds fade
her sleeve is tattering
from a twitching shoulder blade
her arm sprouts a wing
now she’s flying over everything
it’s a mind over matter thing
she’s defying gravity to meet the moon
Pilot points the blips out on the radar
shows them to the junior engineer
wondering what the numbers now displayed are
locks in on the coordinates, and steers near
now they’re wondering if they’re sane
can’t trust a thing they see
she’s afloat beside their plane
in love with levity
yeah, she’s fly over everything
it’s a mind over matter thing
she’s defying gravity to meet the moon
no, her heart don’t doubt a thing
it’s a mind over matter thing
watch her ride through galaxies to meet the moon