Transcendental (Spa) - Imaginary Landscapes

From 20, 000 feet I saw the lights below me Twinkling just like Christmas We descended slowly And the curve of the world passed With all of that flying Above the mighty ocean And now we all are arriving Grab the carry on baggage Join the herd for the mad run Take a place in the long line Where does every one come from? As we shuffle on forward As we wait for inspection Don't be holding that line up At the end lies redemption Oh Oh, Hey Hey, Ah Ah Now I'm stamped and I'm waved through I take up my position At the mouth of the cannon Saying prayers of contrition Please deliver my suitcase From all mischief and peril Now the sight of it circling Is a hymn to the faithful Forgive me for my staring, for my unconcealed envy In the Hall of Arrivals where the great river empties It's hand carts and porters All the people it carries To be greeted with flowers Grandfathers and babies Oh Oh, Hey Hey, Ah Ah There is no one to meet me Yet I'm all but surrounded By the tears and embracing By the joy unbounded The friends and relations Leaping over hemispheres Transcendental reunion All borders vanish here We are travelers traveling We are gypsies together We're philosophers gathering We are business or pleasure We are going or coming We're just finding our way To the next destination And from night into day Oh Oh, Hey Hey, Ah Ah, Oh Oh, Hey Hey, Ah Ah In a giant bird's belly I flew over the ocean From 20, 000 feet high How those lights were glowing