I am titanium skin
Wrapped in Chicago wind
Jazz club leaks through basement glass
Blue notes paint my metal mass
Thrust vector now aligned
Midnight set begins to climb
Hammond B-3 trembling deep
Through my steel rivet seams it creeps
The chrome hymn keeps rising
Out from the runway edge
Choir boy in carbon fiber
Singing supersonic praise
This chrome hymn keeps rising
Pilot taps the pressure gauge
Fingers stained with cigarette haze
Walk-up bass walks up my struts
Drummer brushes combustion guts
Thrust vector now aligned
Midnight set begins to climb
Hammond B-3 trembling deep
Through my steel rivet seams it creeps
The chrome hymn keeps rising
Out from the runway edge
Choir boy in carbon fiber
Singing supersonic praise
This chrome hymn keeps rising
Saxophonist blows through my nozzles
Improvising on exhaust hazel
I recall the Sunday vestments
Polyester starch and incense
No stained glass here to catch the light
Just instrument panel glow so bright
No wooden pews just ejection seat
But the harmony holds complete
The chrome hymn keeps rising
Out from the runway edge
Choir boy in carbon fiber
Singing supersonic praise
This chrome hymn keeps rising
Afterburner lights the trumpet solo
Screaming through Mach one vertigo
I carry basement music upward
Where no congregation follows
The chrome hymn keeps rising
Out from the runway edge
Choir boy in carbon fiber
Singing supersonic praise
This chrome hymn keeps rising
This chrome hymn keeps rising
Altos in the afterburn
Altos in the afterburn