so there was this woman, and she was on an airplane

and she's flying to meet her fiance

sailing above the largest ocean on planet earth

and she was seated next to this man who, you know, she had tried to start a conversation with

and only the only thing she had heard him say was just the words to order his bloody mary 

and she was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article

about a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of it

she's feeling very bored and very dispondent

and then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out

and they just started falling thirty-thousand feet 

the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh my god. I'm sorry" and apologizing

and she looks at the man and says, she says "Where are we going?"

and he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's your birthday. Happy birthday Darlin'. We love you very very very very very very very much."

and then he starts humming this little tune and it kinda goes like this

it kinda goes, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. 



we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web

we must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read

and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair

we must stare, we must stare, we must stare



we must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell

set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell

and in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream

we must sing, we must sing, we must sing

(it'll go like this, alright)



while my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun

he says death will give us back to god 

just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean



(And then they splashed into the deep blue sea

oh it was a wonderful splash)



we must blend into the choir; sing ecstatic with the whole

we must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul

and in this endless race from property and privilege to be won

we must run, we must run, we must run



we must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh 

we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past

and in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love

we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge



and then we'll get down there...you know way down to the very bottom of everything and we'll see it

oh we'll see it we'll see it



all my morning is coming back

the whole world is waking up

with the city buses swimming past

I'm happy just because

I've found out I am really no one