Packing.

it's like you took the giant christmas tree
at rockafella center and
you spread it paper thin
but you were careful not to break a bulb
and then you mirrored it a million fold
to shine
and shine
and shine along

and there's a tap on my knee
bring up your seat back please, she says
but I know she means
if you feel like dancing
dance with me

some of the lights below
shine directly on the people I know
their lives take such strange shapes
but how together they appear from above
I guess that could be love
my friends
my friends
I'm coming home

and then the captain speaks
it's clear and 44 degrees
but I know he means
if you feel like dancing
dance with me

but I been out past the lights
where the jagged black begins
i let my heels sink in the sand
and the ocean sucked it's teeth
and the cold cuts through my feet
and stretched out on and on and on

how disconnected I can feel on the ground
it's like I'm shining all alone
and i don't wanna be
so
before i go to bed tonight
i'll signal up to the passing flight
hit the lights
the lights
the lights
the lights

and now the man in the middle seat
recites the times tables audibly
but i know he means
if you feel like dancing
dance with me
if you feel like dancing
dance with me

I don't post lyrics very often, it at all, but I've been relying heavily on my favorite collections of chords and melodies these last few days. I think Flight 180 by Bishop Allen will be the only reason I'll find my way to the Sunport this morning.

Off to the Garden State, I go. I thought about watching that movie last night, but under circumstances, I couldn't even fathom how much it would break my heart. I'd like to hide in my bed for the next 4 days, rather than attend memorial after funeral after rosary after family reunion. Going to New Jersey forces me to deal with it, and I really don't want to do that. Not yet, at least. Maybe that's mean to say, but I think we all think that.

We'll be staying in Grandpa's red house. I can't even get over how bizarre that'll be. But, there's no internet there. I'd follow me via twitter. Unlike most of you, I have no fancy internet phone (not yet anyway. Sometimes I hear the white iPhones singing for me at night.) so texting away my 140 characters is an acceptable substitute.

Wish me luck, there's storms back east. And while I think it'll be pretty and symbolic, it makes flying into Newark that much worse.