One Flight Down

I wish I was home right now,
Under Lubbock skies,

That stretch out to the horizon line...
The stars are like little cut outs
Of magic,

And they dance around my head
And tip toe the fine line
Between earth and sky.

And the smell of night is sweet,
And all you need-
Is someone's arms to be in.

And you hear music
All around you
When you step outside

And you see;
Bright lights...
Of morning
That cascade
Across the clear skies.

And you let the earth sprawl beneath your feet
And the heavens wrap around you.

And you smell gingerbread tea in the kitchen,
And hear Nana yelling at the screen door

"It's time for supper"
And you gather around
For evening prayer...

And you love everyone there;

Heads bowed.

And the
Mowery women have curves,
And they slip on their cowboy boots,
To go shopping.

And the Mowery men,
Paint all day,
But they stay fresh smelling like cologne,
In their all white shirts.

And I love my family there.

How I wish I was wrapped up in the arms of my Nan now.

I wish I was away from here...

And all the people
In this hollow town.