Aren`t Captives Lyrics

Aren`t Captives lyrics

The pilot of the 747 couldn't stop thinking about the young pilot whose voice
he'd heard over the radio.

In his hotel room that evening he imagined the successful water landing.

The torn plane sank down into the light eating water, a rope came worming down
from above,

The young pilot was choking on freezing salt, until he was scrambling into a
harness,

Until he was airborne, lifted for the first time since childhood without the
womb of walls around him.

In childhold there were hands to lift him, now there are ropes, and machines
that plow water and spit sky.

Dangling, salvaged. Limp. Live weight. Whale bait. Living meat. He's waving!
Alive.

Now upward to dry deck and cheering strangers.



The next day when he got to the airport for his next flight, the pilot of the
747 heard about the young pilot who had been killed,

Crashing into the ocean after his cessna lost oil pressure.

This was the man whose voice had kept him flipping back through the channels to
listen.

The voice had kept its balance as the slow descent began.

The strange limbo of a man who has time to think about it.

A man who has twenty minutes until question mark.

Until life or question mark? And the pilot of the 747 remembered the young
pilots words.

The sky against the roofs. The warm rain in summer. His girl. Her favorite
dress. Blue.

Air conditioned. She is transluscent in the light. She is soft and white.



The children they would have someday together.

She told him, they're always there, towing along behind us, like balloons tied
to our ankles.

They aren't captives, just clouds. Only clouds.



He was thinking of you. Of you.

And blue. And aren't captives, tied to our ankles