For Autumn...

Air Traffic Control - Jets To Brazil

“Air traffic control, it’s me,
Coach-class row thirteen,
I’ve got this sinking feeling,
Is everything alright?

Stare at the wing and think,
It’s later than I think,
Look at these passengers,
If there’s babies I’ll survive.

It’s hard to be,
A passenger for me,
You know I’m always looking down.

I will compose this note,
In case i don’t come home,
I’m thinking of you,
Before the plane goes down.

If I forgot to say,
I love you every day,
Know I’ve been keeping track,
In my quiet way,

It’s hard to fly,
If you don’t believe all the time,
I know I sometimes let you down.

It’s hard to see,
Something that’s so close to me,
But I’ll see you in my dreams.

I’m feeling turbulence,
No one else sees,
See you in my dreams,
See you in my dreams…”