Mind the wings, South by Southwest via BWI.
A toast to tail winds, left a contrail in the sky.
I’ll call you when we touch down, Goodbye.
No stock in turbulence, just bumps along the way.
Ignoring every warning the flight attendant has to say.
Waste of a wind seat, storm cloud gray.
Finally, direction in my life, I think I’ve got a hold.
I was the mutt, never did what I was told.
A new beginning, let’s see how it’ll unfold.