A labyrinth of glass and polished steel,
Where the pulse of the world is a spinning wheel.
From JFK's chaos to LAX light,
The engines are humming in the middle of night.
The monitors flicker with a thousand names,
Of cities and cultures and flickering flames.
The roll of the suitcase on a tile so bright,
As travelers prepare for a long-distance flight.
Through O'Hare's long tunnels of neon and blue,
The rhythm of journey is forever new.
The "TSA" lines and the coffee's hot steam,
Inside the hangar of the American Dream.
From the Atlanta hub, the busiest of all,
To the Denver peaks where the snowflakes fall.
A melting pot stirrring with every hello,
And the bittersweet tears when the loved ones must go.
The sky-bridges stretch like a giant's long hand,
Connecting the world to the vast, open land.
The smell of the jet fuel, the roar of the wings,
As the spirit of travel in the terminal sings.
Above the clouds where the stars start to glow,
Leaving the city and the traffic below.
A bridge in the heavens, a door in the air,
The USA's heartbeat is waiting right there.