Freak Turbulence

You're older, you're haunted, you're ahead of your time
In corners of acres of blocks of straight lines
Blurringly, hourly we cross some great divides
Some heritage moments and some melodious minds
A voice above the engine and the jet stream combined
It's time, sir, the time, sir, do you have the time?
As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way

Again with the myth that's neither here, neither there
Again with the myth from up up high in the air
Above it all I love you all, oh how could this be the end
Satan backhands our nose and our chin
The wings tell the tailfins It's freak turbulence
Just then the Captain assures us we will land
I'll have you on the ground in 25 minutes or less
Or less, did he say less? Unless what? We're not on time?
Or less he said or less jet stream and engine combine
Unless he said or less as if a joke might just keep us flying
As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way
As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way
As the moon groomed the airplane with its benevolent rays