Borderline

Borderline, I see you
Though the image is incomplete
I watch you through the window from 70-thousand feet
Oh isn’t it time to carry on?
Oh isn’t it time?
Listening to the Dark Side
As we whiz past the moon
Through a headphone splitter
Connecting me to you
Oh isn’t it time to carry on?
Oh isn’t it time?
Tipsy, tiltering turbulence
A peculiar powwow of nerds
Inventing fake curses
Discussions of delicate discourses
Oh isn’t it time to carry on?
Oh isn’t it time?
Paralyzed by fear I watch incessantly
The latitudes dividing
The parting of the seas
Oh isn’t it time to carry on?
Oh isn’t it time?