sit by the window on the plane
grey clouds and bullets of black rain
listen to the mother in the centre aisle
yes dear it's alright we'll be landing in a little while
it's all up to God now
if i ever see the ground
it's all up to God now
to get the landing gear down
listen to the captain as he clears his throat
of panic stuck there like a post-it note
he says there's trouble on the runway
but the engine doesn't sound right to me
it's all up to God now
if i ever see the ground
it's all up to God now
to get the landing gear down
the woman in the third row says a prayer
a husband kisses his wifes hand
a father holds his daughter close
no one is alone
as we begin to land
to land
Surreal lights are on the runway
a pale reflection in the glass
between my hands I hold a memory
you and me steepled like a prayer
it's all up to God now
if i ever see the ground
it's all up to God now
to get the landing gear down
the woman in the third row says a prayer
a husband kisses his wifes hand
a father holds his daughter close
no one is alone
as we begin to land
to land
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023