Me (heavy) by Fred again.. took me from Tampa to Jackson on repeat,
The clouds below covered the tribulations of an arrogant man, father of three.
Dermott (see yourself in my eyes) by Fred again.. led me to Dallas
I just flew over and didn’t stop, it’d been terrible and the end of me.

With Adam (interlude) by Fred again.. on twenty times I almost reached
Albuquerque, the sky had cleared and I could see the sparse outskirts.
Somehow with Bleu (better with time) by Fred again.. I knew it wouldn’t be
« Better with time », he’d just wait for time to pass and get out to a new world
Of married children, buried mothers, and walking grand-children.

I passed Flagstaff crying at 30,000 feet and nobody would see me,
Delilah (pulled me out of this) by Fred again.. played until I landed in SFO.
My wife and I looked at each other in the car home, and life was there,
On the tired shelf, written in square letters on the last page of the book of Job.