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.