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 is holding me fast how 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 Mixtures, 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 Confirm three-eight-echo ready for departure Hello again, this is now 129.4 129.4, it's to go You may commence your takeoff, winds over ten knots Three-eight-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 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