The Low Lows

	作曲 : Noon, Wolfe
	From a DC-9 at night
	I look out on a field of lights
	But that's not for you and I, I know.
	Pools of darkness lie
	Both to the left and right
	Beneath the swollen sky
	The low lows
	On a DC-9 in flight
	They turn the aisle lights off at midnight.
	I saw a bright and shining sidewalk through the clouds
	Slowly diverging from our route
	& pressed my hand against
	The tiny row of plastic windows
	And watched the next-to-last hope go.
	The low lows
	The low lows
	The low lows

	zuò qǔ : Noon, Wolfe
	From a DC9 at night
	I look out on a field of lights
	But that' s not for you and I, I know.
	Pools of darkness lie
	Both to the left and right
	Beneath the swollen sky
	The low lows
	On a DC9 in flight
	They turn the aisle lights off at midnight.
	I saw a bright and shining sidewalk through the clouds
	Slowly diverging from our route
	pressed my hand against
	The tiny row of plastic windows
	And watched the nexttolast hope go.
	The low lows
	The low lows
	The low lows