Getaway

The trees form a carpet as I fly overhead

Another trip in an airplane that same old feeling of dread

I am dimly aware of life thirty thousand feet below

I'm acutely aware of one million moving parts that make this plane go

And I can see myself strolling down the jetway

Make my getaway, happy that it's done

I can see myself in shattered pieces on the ground

If in fact, this thing goes down

There's a little kid beside me reading pictures on the emergency cards

She says "I hope we don't land in the water

I hope that we land on the land"

I said "Your seat bottom cushion may be used for flotation

If this plane becomes a boat"

And she says "Mister, no offense

But you're a fool if you really think this thing can float"

And I can see myself strolling down the jetway

Make my getaway, happy that it's done

I can see myself in shattered pieces on the ground

If, in fact, this thing goes down

Now we barter with the devil, and make our promises to god

Saying "If you'll get me through this one

Then you know I'll join your crowd"

But it's cold comfort and we know it every time we roll them dice

We're always hoping for boxcars

Seems it's always coming up those snake-eyes

And I can see myself strolling through this lifetime

Just walking down Easy Street

I would sell my golden crown

To keep this thing from going down and see the

Sunrise of another day

And I can see myself strolling through this lifetime

Just walking down Easy Street

I would sell my golden crown

To keep this thing from going down and see the

Sunrise of another day, and make my getaway