I stuff some things in bags in the blue morning light
All the rest in boxes I’d packed throughout the night
Down into the cellar where they’d surely gather dust
Shove them ‘neath the stairs all cobwebs and rust

My nostrils rolling mold, the fog is thick and cold
The wheels begin to turn though their gears are stiff and old
I’m in another purgatory, static blistering white
Some lady in a uniform is calling out my flight

Then the strangers kiss goodbye, their airport is a hive
Their tin voices buzzing on portable machines
My ears explode inside my head as the honey spills alive
Sweeping up the little ants, their boxes and their beans

Yesterday’s fallen rain for tomorrow’s rising steam
And I am sealed inside this vessel somewhere in between
Behind the hissing frigid air, behind the sheets of metal
My throat is caught on a cluster of knots and my heart has nowhere to settle

My memories and dreams meet somewhere in the now
But I’ve lost my place and I’m buried in these clouds
And I’ve lived my whole life in the boxes left behind
But they’d grown so suffocating, pinching at the binds

Had to cut them with a razor, and nearly broke the blade
Hungry ghosts just waiting to clip the wings I made
Looking out these weathered panes from 30,000 feet
I see my shadow sailing in a plane over the sea

Yesterday’s fallen rain for tomorrow’s rising steam
And I am sealed inside this vessel somewhere in between
Behind the hissing frigid air, behind the sheets of metal
My throat is caught on a cluster of knots and my heart has nowhere to settle

And when I stepped off of the tarmac, made my way to the baggage claim
I found it only fitting that the baggage never came