(+) Swimming In Miami
I’m alone above the atmosphere
And no one looking up can find me here
‘Cause I can close my eyes, and disappear
When I climb the stairs, to watch the sun
Above the station walls, the colors run
To fill the swimming pool, when I am done
I am the captain of an oil tanker that travels through your veins
When the satellites hang all around
And I can finally hear the lovely sound
When all the engines in the back room die down
All the airships move across the sky
And my equipment just keeps standing by
The planets glow, and intensify
I am the pilot of a cargo airplane that travels through your veins
When you are lying half asleep in your room
Unaware if it is midnight, or afternoon
Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell
It could be raining, but then you can never tell
If you’re alone in this awful downpour
Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
In the evening light, the boulevard
Conceals the night, with disregard
For all the workers in a west coast shipyard
When I rearrange, the silverware
And re-install the lights, in captain’s chair
I’ll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean air
I am the engineer of forty freight trains that travel through your veins
When you are lying half asleep in your room
Unaware if it is midnight, or afternoon
Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell
It could be raining, but then you can never tell
If you’re awake in this awful downpour
Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
When you are swimming in Miami at night
And all around you in the traffic and city lights