It's like our height and vantage

Put our homes in alignment

I'll watch your six and you can watch mine

This is lightness, this is bliss

This isn't free fall

We can control this

If I drop my arm

I'll take a swoop to the side

I'll grade your barrel rolls if you critique mine

It's the sleepers and the steel

Or the black-root and the vine

But my place is the space between

The past and the horizon line

Can you hear that old horn blowin'

Every time you close your eyes?

And behind every bolted door

Is there a voice you recognise?

Singing prayers, singing curses

Singing all about the dream

To everyone caught in the headlights

Caught in the whistle and steam

In the whistle and steam