Looking out the window
The trees are getting closer, it seems
Thinking 'bout you, darling
Adding up the cost of these dreams

Strapped to this projectile
A blink ago we were back in school
Smoking by the gym door
Practicing our rock star attitudes

And I'm scared shitless of what's coming next
And I'm scared shitless, these angels I see in the trees
Are waiting for me

The engines have stopped now
We all know we are going down
Last call for alcohol
Sure wish I could have one more round

And I'm scared shitless of what's coming next
And I'm scared shitless, these angels I see in the trees
Are waiting for me
Waiting for me

Friends in the swamp
Friends on the ground, in the trees
Angels and fuselage