Great grey skytube
Held aloft by nothing
But air
Filled with travellers
Some business class
Some economy
All travelling forwards
West to East
Returning home
Weary wanderers with eyes
Filled and hearts
Made lighter
But not their luggage
Returning home
Weary wanderers with eyes
Filled and hearts
Made lighter
But not their luggage
O, aeroplane
Glint in sunlight
Scudding through the clouds
You are the globe shrinker
The train of tomorrow
You are our saviour
Glint in sunlight
Scudding through the clouds
You are the globe shrinker
The train of tomorrow
You are our saviour
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