| I’m alone above the atmosphere
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| And no one looking up can find me here
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| ‘Cause I can close my eyes, and disappear
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| When I climb the stairs, to watch the sun
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| Above the station walls, the colors run
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| To fill the swimming pool, when I am done
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| I am the captain of an oil tanker that travels through your veins
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| When the satellites hang all around
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| And I can finally hear the lovely sound
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| When all the engines in the back room die down
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| All the airships move across the sky
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| And my equipment just keeps standing by
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| The planets glow, and intensify
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| I am the pilot of a cargo airplane that travels through your veins
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| When you are lying half asleep in your room
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| Unaware if it is midnight, or afternoon
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| Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell
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| It could be raining, but then you can never tell
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| If you’re alone in this awful downpour
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| Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
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| In the evening light, the boulevard
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| Conceals the nigh, t with disregard
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| For all the workers in the west coast ship yard
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| When I rearrange, the silverware
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| And re-install the lights, in captain’s chair
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| I’ll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean air
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| I am the engineer of forty freight trains that travel through your veins
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| When you are lying half asleep in your room
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| Unaware if it is midnight, or afternoon
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| Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell
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| It could be raining, but then you can never tell
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| If you’re awake in this awful downpour
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| Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
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| When you are swimming in Miami at night
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| I’m all around you in the traffic and city light |