Here I sit in this airplane
Couldn't get much higher
Don't mind being high just don't like to fly
Sweats pouring down my face
Pouring down my spine
I don't like to take off but worse is landing, yeah
Here we go were all gonna die now I know
What goes up must come down that's for sure
Please take my hand
We're about to land
Here we ride in this tin cigar
Floating on a cotton cloud
No strings attached and no sight of ground
Sweats pouring down my cheeks
Pouring down my legs
I don't like to take off but worse is landing, yeah
Here we go were all gonna die now I know
What goes up must come down that's for sure
Please take my hand
We're about to land
I pushed the button and I closed my eyes
Waiting for the stewardess to bring gin, tonic, and ice
Here we go were all gonna die now I know
What goes up just must come down that's for sure
Please take my hand
We're about to land
We're about to land
We're about to land
We're about to land