Something Different On My Face

Sitting in the same seat in Starbucks That I sat in in January It was much colder then, everything was frozen. And the sun was much farther behind Thinking of you driving east in a dress And how the everything is carried by the wind And how the wind is us So much greener now Everything has blossomed A rush of cold air surrounds the oyster bar near the paddock Lots of skinny legs in shorts I take a couple pictures of the plane There's something different on my face The sun's now on the horizon. And a tail wind will carry me west and I race the sun 240 miles from Chicago Running 15 minutes early Over the great lakes An island shaped like an elephant Engines powering down One large stack from a factory Makes a small mark on the atmosphere And the clouds, oh the clouds Clouds fall off to the south While putting on my scented oil I spill it Now I am sure the rest of the plane knows my story too They know my desire They know my place They know They know just how I undressed her Yeah, just how I undressed her Engines off ....we float Dropping slowly back to earth The only straight lines below are made by us In our desire to get to where we are going Giving us away And I laugh just a little Yeah I laugh just a little My ears pop There's something different on my face There's something different on my face There's something different on my face And a tailwind carries me west