Scour the starless skies
All night
For certain signs of life
And plan your escape
Soon you'll realize
They've lied
Your future has been faked
And it's still taking shape
Turn a deaf ear to
The din
Of gravity's commands
And loosen its hold
But think it over, think it over
There's far too much at stake
At least that's what you're told
Get yourself convinced
That it's
Never been a matter of if
Just a question of when
Best say your goodbyes
Right here
'Cuz chances are that most
Won't see you again
Collect your thoughts and catch
Your breath
The flight ahead will put
Your will to the test
"Clear the runway, clear the runway,"
You'll cry, wind at your back
A pilot, so possessed
Stranded in an airport hangar
Fuel lines frozen through
Engine stripped
Wings were clipped
Before you ever flew