A little bit of Jesus

And a foreign car

Never learnt to come home

It's too far

Somewhere in the country

You're moving way too fast

For all your hours working

How do you make it last

There's no-one left to tell you, enough



One too many take-offs

Staring at the stars

At home beneath the wind-shears

We drift on

The tower yells instructions

You're coming in too low

You need to bring your speed down

Or you'll blow us all too hell

I'm just another Pilot, who followed you down



Take me back I'm almost at the end