“time above the earth”
i spend so much time above the earth,
thinking about life and each man’s worth
how can one person be worth more
than a thousand people knocking on his door?
still, the motion of your hair
well, that could take me anywhere
guess you’re happier than i
please don’t say goodbye
then i get off the plane
a thousand thoughts reaching through my brain
like, am i here beneath you, at all
will i see her again?
if i do, will i feel the same?
and am i really here, at all