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