Last month in Alaska With the pattern of my life laid out
And I asked what I'd been asking you Like trees repeat, like numerals do
Like a ladder to the atmosphere Th e rungs each come again and again
And I let it Land me down and tether me 'til I get it
When we landed in Orlando And the local time was 11:11
The pilot had his eyes closed Through that opalescent open road
And then time spread and expanded
The lines fanned out across the land And I let it
Land me down and tether me 'til I get it
Can I leave the canopy forever? And land me down eternally