So it ends
Round and round the propeller spins
Seat backs up no tray tables down

No turning back to this country town

I already knew blue eyed girl

Would be halfway around the world

Air is thin

Round and round the propellor spins
Round and round like a carousel
Round and round feeling not as well


I already knew blue eyed girl
Would be halfway around the world


I can feel it in these undertones
A fair, light one to have alone

I can see it in the lights below
Pilots, mechanics take me home