Middle Seat

Ticket in handFor far away landRolling our bagsWith everything packed Rush to the gateHope we’re not lateBoard single fileYou take the aisleI’ll take the middle seat Wander the streetsStrange foods we eatCapture the sightsOn small black device You pick the placeI’ll navigateAt our own paceNo need to raceWe’ll get there eventually At journey’s endPostcards all …