Into the distance a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction holding me fast how Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue tied and twisted Just an earth bound misfit I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything No navigator to find my way home Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Friction lock, set. Mixture, rich Propellers, fully forward Flaps, set, ten degrees Engine gauges and suction, check
Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck Flight instruments Altimeters, check both (Garbled word) - on Navigation lights, on Strobes, on (To tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure (Tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4 (To tower): 129.4. It's to go. (Tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots. (To tower): 3-8-Echo Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. it's gonna roll this time. Just hand the power gradually, and it
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air, Across the clouds I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, A state of bliss Can't keep my mind from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I