Recycled Air

I take a breath

And pull the air in until there's nothing left

I'm feeling green

Like teenage lovers between the sheets



Ba ba ba ba . . .



Knuckles clenched to white

As the landing gear retract for flight

My head's a balloon

Inflating with the altitude



Ba ba ba ba . . .



I watch the patchwork farms

Slow fade into the ocean's arms

And from here they can't see me stare

The stale taste of recycled air



I watch the patchwork farms

Slow fade into the ocean's arms

Calm down, release your cares

The stale taste of recycled air