I have a bad feeling about this flight,
Inside dark clouds without much light.

This puddle jumper rocks from left to right.
A flash of lightning blinds, so near, so bright.

A summer storm's thunderhead, we've just flown through.
And up above I see some sky of blue.

Like giant white mushrooms or frozen mountains.
These clouds are beautiful, as it seems, were now safely above them.

Then a sudden turn, a drop, these winds are so fierce a source.
And in this small metal coffin I now fear the worse.

The land below is first on my list.
To touch down again, alive, at last, I wish.

A loss of control is once again gained.
And the sun now shines bright through the window of this plane.

Those waiting departure down below will not dare try our escape.
Over Kansas we now fly, a lucky break.