Direction

Am I moving We're approaching some place Montrose I think I can barely read it My eyes are on the blink I see no proof that the tube is moving There is an engine, At the front I think But the blackness is hiding Behind the invisible barrier Lights-are-a-comin Bing-bing “we are now… Who cares lets go to hawai” My eyes open, Pure lovely-ness waving me goodbye The orchestra in my mind Plays “sunshine” Irony floods through my veins, And into my organs, Cancer! But the song goes “im calm, a little more confident.”