More Important Things

i boarded the first plane out to the west coast
i needed to feel something real for a change
i think it was over ohio it hit me
an unfortunate side-effect of my age

and i flew higher than an airplane in the sky
we were soaring now, to far to turn around
and i passed a thousand faces as they passed me by
but we were on the wings of more important things

i wrote you a note on a pad with a pencil
i figured it may need revision someday
it's signed, "your lover, transcontinental"
a hurried adieu to a sorrier state