Black Box Recording

Slung from the hoary heavens
With disbelief suspended
On a shining pendulum of faith
Hanging half awake and dreaming
Of burning cities gleaming
Beneath the sky of ash and slate

And as the fuselage goes dark
You're thinking ain't it funny
You still owe some people money
It's hard to keep from laughing
No smoking sign is flashing
Your mask descends without a sound

Your starboard hope receding
Even the sky is bleeding
You sure could use a smoke right now
And all the people wave their arms
But you can hear them screaming
You're floating through the ceiling
There's no gravity

That can bring you down again
It's almost over now
And you hope they don't wake you up

Now the sun is shining
Somewhere the sun is shining
But it sure ain't shining on you
Now