fourteen miles on the run
maybe itâs time we turn back
itâs amazing anyone
survived that massive attack
eight hundred seventy thousand pounds
take off without a care
itâs a drag how we find out
the elements that make us bare
back to the airplanes we must go
a thousand gallons of jet fuel in the snow
the man who sat right next to me i didnât know
might not have any feelings left to show
twisted wreckage scraped down to the bone
somehow even with you i feel alone
must walk faster
help is surely on the way
there, i can see the rescue crew!
wave your arms, theyâll see you.
iâm right here, why wonâ t you help me! help me.
back to the airplanes we must go
dripping blood all the way through the snow
the man who sat right next to me i didnât know
might not have any feelings left to show
twisted wreckage scraped down to the bone
somehow even with you i feel alone
there i lay.
close my own eyes.
âtray table upâ
was that my last thought?
what was my last thought?
fade out all iâve sought
stare down my old face
i donât know my place.