stepping onto another landing,
the plane comes in and starts explaining why
i could never fly with it, and then lifts off again
in it's arrogance it crashes,
but its ghost comes back to the landing
just to haunt me. it disgraces me
misplacing me, trying to put me in my place.
it tells me how if i flew, since i was unworthy,
my passengers would die deaths worse than those of it's crew...
so i step back and i don't fly,
my engine is stalled...
somber days and somber nights pass by,
but i won't fly and that's simply nothing new.
because i'm afraid that a single word from that old plane
might be true