Casey Jones Ate My Baby I'm riding on a plane
I ain't high on cocaine
but I feel a spinning sensation
humming in my body and brain;
I ain't twisting,
I'm sitting in a cramp
the seat ain't twirling,
it's stiff and conformed
and the plane ain't whirling
else our heads'd be bursting
and our ears imploding.
It must be the engine
urging sleep,
surreally swirling seas of desire.