There from Here

I'm flying out now

I'm getting away

Somewhere where I won't complain

Lift above the traffic

The engines of time

The spike of the arm of the clock

The airport's a sea

With people just like me

Trying to get there from here

Killing the time

With our magazine minds

Flipping the pages too fast

Who wore it best

The Architecture's Digest

I eat, but I'm always hungry

Watch me walk quickly

Through hallways marked bright

Past perfume too sweet

Past the lines

Of liquor stacked neat

Where it's all duty-free

But we pay with this purgatory

I want to go somewhere sunny and clear

But I'm sad as the last unsold souvenir

And they say, you can never get there from here

Sit beside me

Here in economy

And wake me before I go to sleep