Plane Song -

The small boy in 21-F lets out a holler,

(so the wind knows he’s close, he’s so close now.)

He cries so hard,

there’s not enough air, not enough air,

in the whole damn plane, to feed him.

The list of the things that he’ll cry for

tomorrow is long, but this a good one.

This is a good one.

He looks at me like I’m crazy for keeping my cool

(Don't you know is happening? What is happening.)

I think to myself that there are not enough

tears, not enough tears in this whole damn boy

to last me a minute.

The list of the things that I want him to laugh

for is long,

but this is a good one.

This is a good one.