Tel Aviv- airborne

Oh, I can feel it in my teeth
Every pore
A combined bump of espresso, testosterone and crystal
Would be close
The end
This end
Even light and bullets couldnít move fast enough
Everyone touchy
Reality setting in
A company of phallic compasses
Their home true North
No sleep, all sleep
Just one more stupid mission
With no air or ground support
Iíd chat up an ancient lesbian nun with sad eyes
At this point
The fucking dimwits on this flight
Even make me laugh
At this point
Iím happy for my married friends
No touch of poor me
At this point
Perhaps Iíve gotten a clue…

Hand over the final boarding pass
Iím letting down my guard
Let the future bring what it may
Surprise me
I donít care
Iím going home.