Tracks across the sky
Scars of modern travel
Highways in the air
A line to follow you there
A silver bird migrating
To summer’s golden shores
Arrows flying straight and true
Arriving to take off yet anew
Looking down from up on high
The globe’s curves miraculous
Jagged peaks and darkened seas
Warmer climes or a winter freeze
Passing by at the speed of sound
Until we slow to return to ground
Leaving, on a jet plane
Leaving, never to come back again
Away I go
So
Bye bye
