Under the Flight Path

I live under the flight path and it don't get me down

It's just a regular interruption on the western side of town

They send Boeings from Tacoma near on 50 times a day

But they sure can help me out when I've got nothing left to say

I turn off and watch them come all day

Someone's daddy's gone away

Calling out from the flashing light

Someone's baby's home tonight

I wear an earpiece to hear TV, 'cause I miss all the good lines now

When a KLM airliner comes in from Copenhagen town

I sit under the clothesline and I watch their stomachs white

Like a body surfing city kid, the trail they leave behind

I turn off and watch them come all day

Someone's daddy's gone away

Calling out from the flashing light

Someone's baby's home tonight

I can often watch it dissipate as if it never was

And I almost could believe it, except for that black shit on my lawn

I live under the flight path

They're the birds of the inner-west

I'd sure miss them if they weren't around

But do those fuckers ever rest?

Aw, c'mon