Airport in Your Heart

The bird and the plane
Are nearly the same
There's an airport in your heart
That knows no difference

And coasts are getting clear
Just behind a two way mirror
Every shoulder has a highway
You can cry on

From the air and the arm
On a bridge behind the car
To the driveway
Underneath the old lawnmower

Can flag be called a flag
Can a dust be called a mind
With no headphones to remember
What blew over