Black Box Recording

Slung from the hoary heavens

With disbelief suspended

On a shining pendulum of faith

Hanging half awake and dreaming

Of burning cities gleaming

Beneath a sky of ash and slate

And as the fuselage goes dark

You're thinking ain't it funny

Still owe some people money

It's hard to keep from laughing

No smoking sign is flashing

Your mask descends without a sound

Your starboard hope receding

Even the sky is bleeding

You sure could use a smoke right now

And all the people wave their arms

But you can't hear them screaming

You're floating through the ceiling

There's no gravity that can bring you down again

It's almost over now

And you hope they don't wake you up

Now the sun is shining

Somewhere the sun is shining

But it sure ain't shining on you now