If I could fly away,
I just might go someplace new.
Far from here,
Across the seas,
Amidst the trees,
In the mountains
Where the air is clear.

I might sit in a cafe`
And listen,
To conversations that I can't understand.
It might not be so different,
From life
In my own hometown.

I might fly to the Southern Cone,
Where
Chile, Argentina, and Peru,
Gaze toward the bottom of the Earth.

I could fly to Rome,
And stand on Vatican Square.
I could wait for the pope to bless me,
And forgive me for my sins.
If only he could remember...

I could fly to the Siberian Plains,
But I'm not sure why I would.
I could wait in line
For a loaf of bread,
And dream of better days.

I could fly on down
To Viet Nam,
And hike the Ho Chi Minh trail.
I could watch the fireworks
On Tet,
And try to forget
The river of blood.

I could fly right by
The gates of Dachau,
But it's very close to hell.
And I'm afraid I would lose my air,
Or perhaps,
The burden of souls
Would hurl me to the ground,
As New Nazi's
Assemble nearby,
Trying to resurrect the past.

In the Middle East
Lay riches,
Buried beneath the soil.
It is the power
That drives civilization,
But it will bring us to our knees.

And so these destinations bring madness
As I soar ever higher.
Wishing to translate myself
To a metaphysical plain.
The promises are out there...
Eternal salvation,
A life of comfort without end.

But the only plan of flight,
That can lead you to Paradise,
Is the flight home,
And kindness...
And love...
And forgiveness...
And acceptance.