I AM THE LANDING GEAR

turbulence... ripples through the heavens
blew through cloud nine ... destroyed it many miles ago
hindenburgs ... flaming 747s
prepare thyself ... if thy seat is in an exit row

tables up ... no more beverage service
hands to god ... what on earth did we do to deserve this

one thing's for sure ... there's no way to keep this whirligig up here

and i am the landing gear

way back when ... when we rolled down the runway
frictionless ... rubber on the stone
we're going down ... and you know there's only one way
time has come ... to bring this bird back home

so long ago ... so much past to see through
seems you forgot ... the feeling of hard ground beneath you

you're floating all around ... a fluffy little cloud that you can steer

but i am the landing gear