Freak Turbulence

Older, you're haunted, you're ahead of your time Corners of acres of blocks of straight lines Blurringly, hourly we cross some great divides Some heritage moments and some melodious minds A voice above the engine and jet stream combined It's time, sir, the time sir, do you have the time? As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way Again with the myth that's neither here, neither there Again with the myth from up, up high in the air Above it all, I love you all, oh, how could this be the end? Satan backhands our nose and our chin The wings tell the tailfins it's freak turbulence Just then the Captain a*sures us we will land I'll have you on the ground in 25 minutes or less Or less, did he say, less? Unless what, we're not on time "Or less", he said or less jet stream and engine combine Unless he said, "Or less", as if a joke might just keep us flying As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way As the moon groomed the airplane with its benevolent rays