WhiteTrashMidwesternTown

You used to say, when I was down

There's more to life outside this, white trash midwestern town

You birthed the spark in my brain

Said it'd be sunny, but that night it rained

Wet shoes as I stepped on the plane

Found my seat and closed the window shade

I fell asleep and then awoke to a shake

I overheard like they spoke my name

The captain said, "It'll be a task to make it

To LAX with a storm like this

We'll try our best," he said with a nervous grin

You could hear the breath, you could see the face

Of a man who'd cut the tension if his hands didn't shake

He's got a wife, two girls, and a home on the ground

And the most disturbing part is they don't know it's going down

I'll paint the sky you're flying

Tired of the Earth of lying

Lowering my eyes to see you

Telling all the lies to be with you

But not in the fire and not in the crash

The weather, the storm, you say will land intact

It's when he goes home that it becomes real

There's a small part of him that resents the wheels

He hates the wings and the bolts that hold them

Together like promises they never told him

He thinks they deserve the same life that he had

He wished the ****ing engine would've blown to pieces