Wire Sleep On The Wing
Hurtling through the skies of North Africa
Carving through the waves of the Strait of Hormuz
Dangling a lure out in front of you
Present the bait, unable to choose
Upward and inward, outward and forward
Sleep on the wing, fly through the night
Ration your thinking to what is good for me
Partition a sprinkling of what is good for you
Compress the essence of what is inside your view
Acknowledge the presence and fashion a frame
Upward and inward, outward and forward
Sleep on the wing, fly through the night
Fell off the page in the right hand corner
The morning after you told me Ex-Pat was dead
One of the best - a top spot runner
Half a second faster, she was pole on the grid!
