It was the night flight from Houston. Almost perfect visibility. You could see the lights From all the little Texas towns far below. And I was sitting next to a fifty-two year old woman Who had never been on a plane before. And her son had sent her a ticket and said: "Mom, you've raised ten kids; it's time you got on a plane." She was sitting in a window seat staring out And she kept talking about the Big Dipper and that Little Dipper and pointing; And suddenly I realized that she thought we were in outer space Looking down at the stars. And I said: "You know, I think those lights down there are the lights from little towns."