It's the strangest coincidence
Meeting you here today
Here's me on the train
There's you up and away
We're both heading south
Destination the same
I'm on the Scotrail 12.01
You're in a jet fighter plane
We could chat on our trip
We could flirt, gently so
Except you're moving so fast
And I'm moving so slow
You travel the air
With such style and such speed
No passenger stops
No in-flights to read
You can't smell our loos
And you can't meet our guard
You see us as specks
Just as we see the stars
You race past the geese
And they move pretty fast
They hit all their targets
No Sat Nav or maps
Now I'm not one for war
For its gadgets and toys
And I know that sometimes
You can leave more than noise
Still here you have power
You roar by, stir my heart
You make kites look unambitious
If a good place to start
And I hate to fly bulk
Hate those cattle truck things
But you're something finer
You're excitement with wings
The whole world is laid
Before your Top Gun eyes
Take me with you, my pilot
To your view in the skies
© Rachel Fox 2005
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