Travelers
Ticket stub stuck in a rotten teeth grin.
The engine is screaming,
let the circus begin!
We pack the anxiety,
we pack the luggage.
Drinking the fuel of a mechanical blockage.
Rubber is melting on the plastic highway.
Do it my way!
Do it your way!
The border is a line drawn in the dirt.
Passports hiding under a polyester shirt.
Welcome to the terminal!
Eat the itinerary!
Welcome to the terminal!
God is a missionary!
Check-in! Check-out! Spinning the globe till we scream and shout!
Check-in!
Check-out! Spinning the globe till we scream and shout!
A thousand miles of a manufactured view.
The sky is a shade of a synthetic blue.
Hotel pillows filled with corporate dreams.
Stitching the world at the bursting seams.
Buy a souvenir, buy a piece of the soul.
Digging the ditch, filling the hole.
Cultural tourism, a buffet of lies.
Look at the sun through your digital eyes!
Welcome to the terminal!
Eat the itinerary!
Welcome to the terminal!
God is a missionary!
Check-in!
Check-out! Spinning the globe till we scream and shout!
Check-in!
Check-out! Spinning the globe till we scream and shout!
Why do we run?
Why do we hide?
The jet lag is eating the person inside!
Wake up in London!
Die in Japan! Follow the map of a madman's plan!
GO!
Welcome to the terminal!
Eat the itinerary!
Welcome to the terminal!
God is a missionary!
Check-in! Check-out! Spinning the globe till we scream and shout!
Check-in! Check-out! Spinning the globe till we scream and shout!
Arriving.
Departing.
Same thing.
Nothing.