Up in the sky
I’ll leave a paper trail so you can find me
if my jet just happens to go down

The clouds will catch my falling body
if heaven wasn’t a fairytale then
I would be there now

And while I’m stuck in yesterday (while I’m stuck in yesterday)
you’re in the garden state
but we’re both wide awake tonight

And California will be great (five days, all expenses paid)
Sweaty palms, descending
this high was never ending

AND AS I STEP OUT ONTO SOLID GROUND
I LOOK UP AND WANT TO SURF THOSE JET-STREAM TIDES
AS I EMERGE FROM THOSE NEWARK GATES I SEE YOU
AND EVERYTHING JUST FLEAS MY MIND

AND THAT’S JUST FINE.

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