I boarded the first plane out to the west coast I needed to feel something real for a change I think it was over ohio it hit me An unfortunate side-effect of my age And i flew higher than an airplane in the sky We were soaring now, to far to turn around And i passed a thousand faces as they passed me by But we were on the wings of more important things I wrote you a note on a pad with a pencil I figured it may need revision someday It's signed, "your lover, transcontinental" A hurried adieu to a sorrier state