Lyrics

The air is thin, the air is thin The Top of the World Club's what we're in How thin the air, how thin the air The Top of the World Club isn't there With easy grace they crawl Across the shadow-shifting city sky An aerial flotilla The ghosts of planes pass by Their gravid bellies bursting Gravity distended out of shape; From the consequence of action History offers no escape Arrival and departure All points in between now coincide Here's a ticket to oblivion Onward passage is denied The air is thin, the air is thin The Top of the World Club's what we're in How thin the air, how thin the air The Top of the World Club isn't there any more