GOING TO ECUADOR

my planes fly so rarely
my planes fly so rarely
my planes fly so rarely
my planes fly so rarely

why did it take so many years to make the trip that we had talked about since we found out the truth about ourselves?
why did we write those songs together, scribbled down on siamese paper, and then bury them so far back on the shelves?
so now we've finally quit the questioning accepting that the world might bring a hundred different answers to our door.
maybe logic maybe timing we're commited now to finding out by staring down the truth in ecuador.

my planes fly so rarely
your flight might just carry me
my planes fly so rarely
your flight might just carry me

i'm looking back and looking forward where we came from where we're going where we're gonna be when this all intersects
i'm charting out the planned collision course on maps that i've extracted from a mountainside of dusty spanish texts
filled with magic spells and travel tips and ancient herbal remedies from archives of a faux conquistador
and i am filling up the dossier with all that i've collected and i'm smuggling it into ecuador

i'll fly high then maybe
your flight might just carry me
i'll fly high then maybe
your  flight might just carry me

AAAAAAAAAA      NA  NA  NA   HO!

one more moon and we will see
what this country's meant to be
one long flight between you and me
what this country's down here for
flying down to ecuador

my plane flies so rarely
your flight might just carry me
i'll fly high then maybe 
your flight might just save me