We are taken from our homes
I won't mind how we roam
These homes were never our homes
We are packed into airplanes
Because He called our parents
To countries foreign to them
Foreign lands, foreign nations
Get no stranger than they seem
Their otherly quality
Equal to any other
I'll let my head lay upon
The shoulder of a brother
And he'll rest his head on mine
For our journey shall last long
...or we'll use the in-flight trays.
On arrival anywhere,
Ensure your back is upright.
Keep your baggage safely stowed.
Do not unfasten your lips
'Til we have reached a complete—
We live ever on-the-go.
Growing up, we learn to love
Our travails and our travels.
The 4 AM departures,
Intercontinental flights,
The constipated plane-seats.
We can fly economy
Or via friendly Cessna.
We love exchanging our tales.
We praise who has it toughest,
'Cuz we might as well admire
What we gotta put up with.
Being much too alien,
We search for things in common
In these true stories of ours.
Taught to go the extra mile,
We've already gone thousands.
...
...
Not much in our tradition
Is not our own creation.
