Standard (EADGBE)

Rusted wingspan

Frustrated throwers

Basting on the tarmac

Can we move any slower?

Sea-Tac to Dulles

Richmond to Reno

Smooth ride rental

No time for keno

I can see through the clouds

Right to the ground

Different shapes and textures

Deep greens and light browns

Cities of mystery

Mountains of wonder

Stay clear of all the lightning

 And above all

 The thunder

Busted book bindings

Flopping around

Chopping turbulence

Flying waitresses are asked to sit down

Gradual descent

We should be down soon

Take in the view

Of being closer to the moon

I can see through the clouds

Right to the ground

Different shapes and textures

Deep greens and light browns

Cities of mystery

Mountains of wonder

Stay clear of all the lightning

And above all

The thunder

(mouth flugal solo for 1 verse, 1 chorus)

 And the mile high club still exists

 As two people disappear

And the little baby disapproves the screams

And laughs, the whole plane can hear

The incoherent baby talk

At the top of his baby lungs

And I close my eyes, absorb my chair

Like water to a sponge

My brain is like a drummer

Trying to hold a groove

Keeping time with the time zone

My mind constantly on the move

I think of your face

I long for that sound

Like a drummer keeping the pace

And the wheels hit the ground

I can see through the clouds

Right to the ground

Different shapes and textures

Deep greens and light browns

Cities of mystery

Mountains of wonder

Stay clear of all the lightning

But above all

The thunder

I'm flying

I'm flying

I'm flying