So it ends
Round and round the propeller spins
Seat backs up no tray tables down
No turning back to this country town

I already knew blue eyed girl
Would be halfway around the world
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/o/ozma/immigration+song_20257068.html ]
Air gets thin
Round and round the propellor spins
Round and round on this carousel
Round and round feeling not as well

I already knew blue eyed girl
Would be halfway around the world

I can feel it in these undertones
A fair, light one to have alone
I can see it in the lights below
Pilots, mechanics take me home