Escape Directors Long Flights
Long flights, tall frights
I've learned to believe in a world of
Strange signs
And wake up in lonely daylight
I try
Everything I can describe
Transatlantic daylight
My vessel might not make it home
Long flights, tall frights
I wander the landscape
Of my mind
I rise
To patrons all paralyzed
By daylight
Chorus
We're gonna try, try, try to make it
