Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft air-liners stand
Alti-meters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Nights are cold on this airfield
I sit a-lone and watch the radar
Locked on the wavelength, caught in the beam
Falling slowly into the screen
Every day that you waste is one more that you've lost
When you wake up, I see you there, on display, lights the final point of no re-turn
Taking us there from here
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
Into a sky that's clearing (we can fly)
Look back we'll dry the tears
For those once held so nearly
And love will never disap-pear
Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft air-liners stand
Alti-meters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Lingering
Lingering
Lingering
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
Into a sky so clearly (we can fly)
Look back, we'll dry the tears
For those once held so nearly
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here
On the under-standing that we can fly
Every day that you waste is
one more that you've lost
On display, that's a final
point of no re-turn
Every day that you waste is
one more that you've lost
On display, that's a final
point of no re-turn