| We flew over the cascades
|
| We were forced to behave while we sat
|
| In rows like children
|
| I crossed some standard state lines
|
| And finally found myself so far away from home
|
| And even though New England intrigued us, thrilled us,
|
| Our bones were cold as sticks and stones
|
| We flew over the cascades
|
| Just to find ourselves in storms we’ve never known
|
| The winds blew like a beast with wings
|
| And yes, everything was blown so far away
|
| And I fell down
|
| I failed to cut its neck
|
| Even after hours of waiting
|
| There was no telling when the storm would find its way
|
| The lands we tried to memorize
|
| We’re no longer wrapped in tepid shades of red
|
| And through the night the storm held me down
|
| And bit my neck and said it would be okay
|
| I stared into the fury
|
| And the beauty of its overwhelming strength
|
| The winds blew like a beast with wings
|
| And yes, everything was blown so far away
|
| And I fell down
|
| I failed to cut its neck
|
| I saw a dim light
|
| In the mouth of the beast
|
| So I followed it in
|
| It’s too late to retreat
|
| It swallowed me whole
|
| And my flesh became meat
|
| Oh I can’t look back now
|
| Because the beast is complete
|
| We flew over the cascades
|
| We were forced to behave |