Here on the ground this box of rust
(here on the ground)
Our destination's bust
(just hang around)
Just hang around and watch the wind
(and watch the wind pass over us)
We feel the force fed by the thrust
(we feel the thrust)
Motion takes over us
(heaven or bust)
We start to move across the ground
(steady motion takes over us)
And as the wind starts to pick up
Over the top of wings
The pressure drops, we feel the lift
We ascend, we take flight
In a blink, gone out of sight
And we're zooming over
Forests and fields of clover
Leave every second miles away
And when the tension drums
Over the engine hums
The throttle grinds and sputters out
And then the power kicks back in
We dodged a tail spin
And i still don't quite know how we got this far
Don't know how far we've gone
Drawn by the ailerons
We circle 'round and wait to land
And as we glide back toward the ground
The flaps made such a sound
Decelerate and level out
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