When you take leave of (me) this place
and your plane flies over the (Pacific) ocean,
pretend you are looking for something (better).
We can take this game (of charades)
and you’ll guess “bloody, dripping art”.
I’ll cup my hand around my ear (for sounds like).
I think about the (bustling) city under you.
The novelty that you’ll be.
The breath of litterless, (squeaky) clean air.
The music is ringing and it’s your last chance (to board).
Good, good, good (bye)……….