Going To The Everglades

gate 9 and before we go, resting in the armchair
black velvet and i can hear from your headphones to where i am:
sonic youth. and did i tell you: "it's not the LP version"
the little girl beside me is drinking a weird flavor milk
i could steal from her, i could steal from her pack of chips
long flight: i hope i won't be seated beside her
and what are we gonna do there?
i mean it's a country where they fried people
and still i wanna bring back a baseball hat
and sneakers and a guitar from 57
and see the everglades, birds, birds in the everglades