Checking thrusters one by one
Pine forest stretches dark and long
Telephone poles cut the sun
Holding pattern waiting on
Tree line holds the wire tight
Glowing windows blink at night
Camera clicks the waning light
Altitude feels just right
Bus ticket burning in my hand
Snapped the depot platform track
Horizon bleeds across the land
No return and no way back
Tree line holds the wire tight
Glowing windows blink at night
Camera clicks the waning light
Altitude feels just right
Fuel gauge needles kiss the red
Rotor wash disturbs the deer
Radio picks up static thread
Coast is close but never near
Tree line holds the wire tight
Glowing windows blink at night
Camera clicks the waning light
Altitude feels just right
Film canister rattles loose
Frames of diners midnight streets
Every mile a different bruise
Counting headlights counting beats
Pilot watches runner flees
Same sky holds both our dreams
Pine scent carries on the breeze
Nothing's ever what it seems
Thrusters hum a lullaby
Shutter clicks in perfect time
Stars bleed out across the sky
We're both learning how to climb
Tree line holds the wire tight
Glowing windows blink at night
Camera clicks the waning light
Altitude feels just right
Tree line holds the wire tight
Pizzicato fades to gray
Felt piano walks away