Aurora, IL

The band’s gone And I’m laid up At a hotel counting days in Aurora A thousand miles from home Looking for signs of life Circling the parking lot Just to see blue sky I watch planes fly Over the city Caught in space-time Nowhere to be A billionaire in Texas Built a rocket ship To send the oldest man in space up Up on a pleasure trip And when he came down crying On the local news He couldn’t stop talking About the color blue It’s a thin line Over the planet Just a thin line Between us and nothingness The bus left this morning They took my name off the marquee How long can I stare at the ceiling Before it kills me? Yeah, it kills me so I watch planes fly Over and over Ripping space-time Out in Aurora Over and over out in Aurora Over and over out in Aurora Over and over out in Aurora