Zika

You say 'get me high, as if i'm on the plane', we thank you for the great divine, all the blessings he bestows, touch and feel of rain, are you on the ropes, you say you've had your time, as if it's a culmination, it's better not to lie, now you're going home, will you take a train, or with herring gulls blow, down Galveston's western side, where they know about pain, when something's not right, my wrist around you slides, now you're on your way, don't wait upon the tide, life begins today.