Ascensions in the overcast
a listless gaze in the hazy mass, sweeping to a fade
Stare straight up past the runway
and I'll see you at the bottom of the glass 

Mainframes shattered, the graphs and patterns burn away
will you be back again
Signals break up and dust trails bleed across the sky
silencing the crowd
Systems shut down,  a shower of charcoal shards and sparks
settles to the ground
Thinking someday you'll spiral back down to the Earth

And you sure don't mind the cold
you'll disappear as the days grow old, but I will wait
till the oxygen is thin
and I can't feel a thing