Swimming in Miami
I'm alone above the atmosphereAnd no one looking up can find me hereCause I can close my eyes, and disappearWhen I climb the stairs to watch the sunAbove station walls, the colors runTo fill the swimming pool when I am done
I am the captain of an oil tankerThat travels through your veins
When the satellites hang all aroundAnd I can hear the lovely soundWhen all the enginesOf the back room die down
All the airships move across the skyAnd my equipment just keeps standing byThe planets glow and intensify
I am the pilot of a cargo airplaneThat travels through your veins
When you are lying half asleep in your roomUnaware if it is midnight or afternoonBecause the water doesn't flood the stairwellIt could be raining but you can never tellIf you're alone in this awful downpourThen struggle freeAnd paddle out the cellar door
In the evening night the boulevardConceals the night with disregardFor all the workers in a West Coast ship yardWhen I rearrange the silverwareAnd reinstall the lights and captain's chairI'll lift the ceiling offTo breathe the ocean air
I am the engineer of forty freight trainsThat travels through your veins
When you are lying half asleep in your roomUnaware if it is midnight or afternoonBecause the water doesn't flood the stairwellIt could be raining but you can never tellIf you're awake in this awful downpourThen struggle freeAnd paddle out the cellar door
When you are swimming in Miami at nightI'm all around you in the traffic and city lights