Aurora, IL
 The band’s gone
 And I’m laid up
 At a hotel counting days
 In Aurora
 A thousand miles from home
 Looking for signs of life
 Circling the parking lot
 Just to see blue sky
 I watch planes fly
 Over the city
 Caught in space-time
 Nowhere to be
 A billionaire in Texas
 Built a rocket ship
 To send the oldest man in space up
 Up on a pleasure trip
 And when he came down crying
 On the local news
 He couldn’t stop talking
 About the color blue
 It’s a thin line
 Over the planet
 Just a thin line
 Between us and nothingness
 The bus left this morning
 They took my name off the marquee
 How long can I stare at the ceiling
 Before it kills me?
 And it kills me so
 I watch planes fly
 Over and over
 Ripping space-time
 Out in Aurora
 Over and over out in Aurora
 Over and over out in Aurora
 Over and over out in Aurora