I sniffed
Some pretty good lift
And my climb rate was swift
But then it cast me adrift
With a long way to go on the clock,
That was a nasty shock,
And now I'm looking for better air,
It has to be around here somewhere,
This isn't fair.
So I turned and went way over there
But was it better? Au contraire.
And at this point I think
I'm in deep sink
And this flight is gonna stink,
Better get out of here
My thumb is trembling with fear
I'm way the hell downwind
And my time is a long way from the end
This air is definitely not my friend,
I don't have enough altitude to spend.
Better put it in reflex and head back,
Is this the right track?
Should I go straight, or tack?
I'm getting lower and lower
And my progress keeps getting slower
And there are trees between the plane and the spot
And I'm wondering what
Chances I've got.
Not many if I keep losing altitude,
I'm in a desperate mood,
Dude --
In fact, I'm screwed.
