What a Way To Go

On a cold and windy shore A cloudy sky above The hero holds the ace of spades He's run out of luck Misguided loyalty Or just the hand of fate But if you could be in his shoes This is what he'd say Three hundred miles an hour What a way to go Three hundred miles an hour Let the Bluebird flow What a way to go The cameras and the crowd Record the moment when The Bluebird flew into oblivion Three hundred miles an hour What a way to go Three hundred miles an hour Let the Bluebird flow What a way to go (His last words describe the moment he lost control...) On a cold and windy shore A cloudy sky above The hero holds the ace of spades He's run out of luck Three hundred miles an hour What a way to go Three hundred miles an hour Let the Blue, let the Bluebird flow What a way to go What a way to go