At Thirty Thousand Feet

Sat in a tube at thirty thousand feet. Cramped and hungry, bored as hell Time ticking slowly, as clouds pass by Thirty thousand feet, seven miles high Returning from a holiday, had a good time. Like being sat in cell, innocent of crime Now I can’t wait to land on Terra ferma Back to the grindstone and the sabachi derma. In 90 minutes solid ground, going straight home when my bag is found. Nothing to declare but I bet they search. I’ll tell them every Sunday I go to church. Into the car a twenty minute ride, back to reality and the sinking feeling inside. Did you think I said I'd holiday forever? I think you misheard because I know I never!