i boarded the first plane out to the west coast

i needed to feel something real for a change

i think it was over ohio it hit me

an unfortunate side-effect of my age


and i flew higher than an airplane in the sky

we were soaring now, to far to turn around

and i passed a thousand faces as they passed me by

but we were on the wings of more important things


i wrote you a note on a pad with a pencil

i figured it may need revision someday

it's signed, "your lover, transcontinental"

a hurried adieu to a sorrier state