Slung from the hoary heavens 

With disbelief suspended 

On a shining pendulum of faith 



Hanging half awake and dreaming 

Of burning cities gleaming 

Beneath a sky of ash and slate 



And as the fuselage goes dark 

You're thinking ain't it funny 

Still owe some people money 



It's hard to keep from laughing 

No smoking sign is flashing 

Your mask descends without a sound 



Your starboard hope receding 

Even the sky is bleeding 

You sure could use a smoke right now 



And all the people wave their arms 

But you can't hear them screaming 

You're floating through the ceiling 



There's no gravity that can bring you down again 

It's almost over now 

And you hope they don't wake you up 



Now the sun is shining 

Somewhere the sun is shining 

But it sure ain't shining on you now