The Southern Cross

You say I never liked airplane food
 And I say it's just something I gotta go through
 I want to bask in a New Year's summer
 An August breeze on a January night
 Feeling the sea and foreign stars above my head
 And I say I never really love the airways
 But thank Christ for that complimentary alcohol haze
 And anyway tomorrow time will simmer
 Rest till the end of a double day
 Feeling the sea and foreign stars above my head
 I fly tomorrow
 Gonna steal that southern sky
 Liberate every point of light
 The southern cross will be in my hands
 Long before they've ever known
 Long before the north star leads a way home
 That southern treasure will be my own
 I fly tomorrow
 Gonna steal that southern sky
 Liberate every point of light
 The southern cross will be in my hands
 Long before they've ever known
 Long before the north star leads a way home
 That southern treasure will be my own
 My own, my own
 The southern cross will be in my hands
 Long before they've ever known
 Long before the north star leads a way home
 That southern treasure will be my own