42 dagar i USA

Gick upp kvart i fem. Sitter vid en laddningsstolpe på LAX nu. Ska försöka hitta frukost innan det är dags att gå ombord. Av någon anledning tänker jag på den här scenen varenda gång jag ska flyga.



fast känslan är mer något som det här:



Up in the air, just above the clouds
Looking out the window
Oh what a beautiful sight

Up in the air, way above the ground
Unplug my ears and think
What a terrible sound
That the engines make, it don't seem right
Being here it don't make no sense to me

Although I'm up in the air
I can go anywhere, up in the air
Up in the air in an old machine
Black clouds, rain, thunder outside

What a beautiful sight
Up in the air, cheating on gravity
But I'm stuck, stuck in this shell of steel It ain't place for me

The noise that the engines make It don't seem right
Being here it don't make no sense to me
Although I'm up in the air I can go anywhere, but then I see -

The fine line between space and the atmosphere
And suddenly everything makes sense to me
I could go anywhere, without a shell or a care

And when the aeroplane breaks in half
Just leave your body behind

Then we could all float around, no run and hide
No worries up there, save the treasure you've found It's all yours to keep, in the air -
don't be scared