Flying like an aeroplane
faster than the falling rain
my brain is in the cirrus clouds
scattered in American crowds
running like a diesel train
racing from the heart through a vein
pushing the unmovable plow
I know I have to make it somehow
welcome to your brightest day
everything is fading away
we’ll rise above the burial shroud
scattered in American clouds
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