Me and my body are rising up
Korean couple beside me
The man's asleep, Bible on his lap
Mumbling, "There's nothing that God has denied me"
Improbable floating above the Midwest
Fields beneath specters of white
Breathing engines alive and on fire
Pretending to keep us in flight
I'm too tired to explain what I mean
Too tired to speak of all the things that I've seen
Suffice it to say I feel somehow complete
At five hundred miles an hour
And thirty-three thousand feet
Jet fuel and heat are figments of thought
Like the pain of a dream undone
Information stored in the mind
Like light in the glow of the sun
Leaving is painful and staying is too
Nothing is easy these days
I'm pushing forever to be born again
Trying in infinite ways
I'm too tired to explain what I mean
Too tired to speak of all the things that I've seen
Suffice it to say I feel somehow complete
At five hundred miles an hour
And thirty-three thousand feet
Thirty-three thousand feet