Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Nights are cold on this airfield
I sit alone and watch the radar
Locked on your wavelength
Caught in the field, falling slowly
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
Always understanding that we can fly
Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
Always understanding
