We sailed on down 'Til we found All the phone lines cut down And listened as the warm night buzze4d away On sacks of hay We would lay and observe all our veins That wrap around like ley lines in the ground Every little now and then Inspiration rears it's head And sweetens every sight and every sound I felt it in a thread-bound seat Riding 13,000 feet Praying I would never reach the ground I was looking right back over that night And clutching tight those little yellow stripes Sat in a chair way up in the sky The Aegean tides flow beneath my thighs In a bid to sharpen that knife And quell the strife of modern life I'm waking up amused As I peruse the morning news And I'm resolute I broke my curse in rhyming verse