Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back [1]
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp? [2]

Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I [3]

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 - 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction - check
Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
Flight instruments...
Altimeters - check both
Lights - on
Pilot Heater - on
Strobes - on
Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure.
Hello again, this is now 129.4.
129.4. It's a go.
3-8-Echo cleared takeoff, the wind's normal at 10 knots.
3-8-Echo.
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. It's gonna roll this time.
Just handle 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 sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I [4]