Turnstiles on mezzanine

Jet ways and Dramamine fiends and x-ray machines

You were hurling through space

G-forces twisting your face

Breeding superstition

A fatal premonition

You know you got to envision

The fiery crash

Oh close your eyes and you wake up

Face stuck to vinyl settee

Oh the line was starting to break-up

Just as you were starting to say

Something apropos I don't know

Beige tiles and magazines

Lou Dobbs and the CNN team on every monitor screen

You were caught in the crossfire

Where every human face has you

Reaching for your mace so it's

Kind of an imposition

Fatal premonition

To save our lives you've got to envision

To save all our lives you've got to envision

And to save all our lives you've got to envision

The fiery crash

It's just a formality

Why must i explain why?

Just a nod to mortality

Before you get on.....

Before you get on a plane

Oh close your eyes and you wake up

Facestuck to a vinyl settee

Oh the line was starting to break up

What was it you were going to say?