When the plane touched the ground
You were there to greet us
Harboring thoughts and presumptions
To match our pictures
We had a vague idea
You sounded different long distance
That you lived in a town as flat as the sea
I said that I'd never seen
The moon such a beautiful color
Till your mother distilled it
Citing the bright lights
You told me to be afraid
Such was the way children played

We laughed in the back of the car
You and me and my sister
During one routing
You made my nose bleed
You sort of apologized
But I don't recall having cried

And I said to the land
I'm not gonna fall to exposure
I'll take all the blame
I'm not gonna fault my composure