Postcard #44

(专辑： Postcards - 2015)

November 28th, 2015

I wake up mid-flight
In an airport, somewhere in Western USA
Two men discuss the climate change and how it's not man-made
And the absurdity makes it sound like something out of The Onion
Maybe I'm just so used to hearing a like-minded opinion
But my stomach ties itself in a knot
South of Greenland, there's a mysterious, cold, blue spot

I wake up mid-flight
In the darkest of the night
I look down at the glaciers
Shining in the moonlight
On my in-flight entertainment
Charlize Theron's kicking ass
I finish my red wine
And drift off fast
Into a derailed, uneasy train of thought
South of Greenland, there's a mysterious, cold, blue spot

I land in Paris
Where the mood is somber
If you don't look European
You're a suicide bomber
It was a long time since the world felt this hopeless
I'm hopeful some day we'll all work out our differences
But right now the world's on fire
It's red hot
Except south of Greenland
There's a mysterious, cold, blue spot