Slung from the hoary heavens    With disbelief suspended    On a shining pendulum of faith       Hanging half awake and dreaming    Of burning cities gleaming    Beneath a sky of ash and slate       And as the fuselage goes dark    You're thinking ain't it funny    Still owe some people money       It's hard to keep from laughing    No smoking sign is flashing    Your mask descends without a sound       Your starboard hope receding    Even the sky is bleeding    You sure could use a smoke right now       And all the people wave their arms    But you can't hear them screaming    You're floating through the ceiling       There's no gravity that can bring you down again    It's almost over now    And you hope they don't wake you up       Now the sun is shining    Somewhere the sun is shining    But it sure ain't shining on you now