Gunfire all around and
My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding.
He said “Forget about your law and order.
You left that at the American border.”
A silent boat to a floating plane.
One blacked-out treetop flight away.
One blacked-out treetop flight away…
Stars light the river as we trace its courses
Rolls-Royce putting out all its horses.
We climb above the deep, dark sea
Could it be?
Could it really be?
Thirty-eight hundred and we’re really flying.
Everyone on board is crying.
Bullets flying, windows breaking
Our little plane is shaking, shaking.
Shudder-bang. Prayers are spoken.
Hope lies broken, broken.
A subtle peace washes over me
As she augers down into the sea.