Looking out the window,
the trees are getting closer it seems.
Thinking bout you Darling.
Adding up the cost of these dreams.
Strapped to this projectile,
just a blink ago I was back in school.
Smoking by the gym door,
practicing my rock-star attitude
And I'm scared shitless
of what's coming next.
I'm scared shitless,
these angels I see
in the trees are waiting for me.
The engines have stopped now.
We all know we are going down.
Last call for alcohol.
Sure wish I could have another round.
And I'm scared shitless of what's coming next.
Scared shitless,
these angels I see
in the trees are waiting for me.
Waiting for me.
Friends in the swamp.
Friends on the ground,
in the trees.
Angels and fuselage.
