 Written By Shawn Colvin and John Leventhal
Another plane went down today in the
Atlantic nine miles off shore
And every single black car that goes by just
might be yours
I haven t moved from this spot I sit here
watching TV in bed
I wanna see if the crash was sabotage
I wanna know if everyone is dead
I remember when I was fifteen me and Liz
would ride around
We liked to smoke in the car in the winter
with all the windows rolled down
I had a dream a plane exploded over my lake
one afternoon
I still remember the feeling when I woke up
I can t describe the magnitude
So many other dreams
The one that I had today
You and the Italian woman naked
Your fingers between her legs
She lay like a body in the water
She barely made a sound
She fell as quiet, as quiet, as a leaf falling
to the ground
Meanwhile back on earth I told you to
fuck off and go away
I've gotta call my friend who moved from
New York to LA
Five days before Christmas last year his
girlfriend died in a plane crash
He says the way that it happens is your heart
is so heavy it rips away upon impact
And then you just bleed inside
You don t even feel a thing
They found her on a hill in Colombia
Intact among the debris
So many other dreams
The ones where I m on death row
The ones where I don t know why
The ones where my parents drove
I wish I was with you now
Down at a Sixth Street bar
Laughing at the singer
Smoking in the car
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