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 real
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, 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction, check
Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck
Flight instruments
Altimeters, check both
[?], On
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(Hello again, this is now 129.4)
129.4 it's to go
(You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots)
3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes
Take it easy, its gonna roll this time
Just hand the power gradually, and it
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
My grubby halo, a vapour 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