Airplane Songtext
von Jon Dee Graham

We lit the Pancho Villa candle
Said the Pancho Villa prayer
Conjured up the black snakes out of nothing
There were black snakes everywhere
She said, "Don′t try and pick it up
It'll just fall apart in your hands
And none of this is real
Do you understand?"

I′m on the airplane now
I'm on the airplane
Yeah, gettin' smaller and smaller and smaller
As it flies away


We put ashes on our foreheads
Said it wasn′t Lent, it wasn′t Easter
It was barely even July
It was the middle
It was the exact middle of the night
And she said, "None of this is real
Do you understand?"
And I thought, "Some of this must be real
'Cause I can hold it in my hand"

I′m on the airplane now
I'm on the airplane
Yeah, gettin′ smaller and smaller and smaller
As it flies away

We went down to the river
Walkin' in the weeds
We laid down in the water
Floating in the reeds
And she said, "Don′t try and pick it up
It'll just slip right through your hands
And none of this is real
I finally understand"

I'm on the airplane now
I′m on the airplane
Yeah, gettin′ smaller and smaller and smaller
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Smaller and smaller and smaller


As it flies away
As it flies away
As it flies away
As it flies away
As it flies away
As it flies away
As it flies away
As it flies away