on the fourteenth floor of a building
like the ones before and behind
he's sitting watching the highlights
and changing them in his mind
 
he sees himself on the baseline
he's drifting wide for a screen
he feels the pulse of the engines
as the coverage lights turn green
 
on a park bench in Wisconsin
as fall flutters away
she pulls her coat around her
and she wonders if she will stay
 
she came to be with a boyfriend
who finally didn't work out
now she wonders if this is her city
or if nowhere would feel like her home
 
and from one thousand and seven miles
I am feeling both of their pain
I am walking downstairs in my vision
I am putting my helmet on
 
and the turbines feel like commitment
as I power the hovercraft up
I am flying in out of the sunset
like an angel from ESPN