Concorde

With a million stars in the galaxy When I'm floating with them it's hard for me to see I'm holding on to this dear earth as it spins around with me With a million miles of audiometry And the moon like a goon staring back at me I'm holding on to this dear earth with love and gravity Sixty thousand feet up in the air I can't wait to come down, drop down I've been that fool, I let my fuel run low Let my people know I'm all dropped down Slicing through the stratosphere Twice the speed of sound My life is moving under me Before I touch the ground Thirty thousand feet up in the air I can't wait to get there, drop down The only thing I seem to see around The sand in which you stand within my hand Slicing through the stratosphere Twice the speed of sound My life is moving under me Before I touch the ground, oh Thirty thousand feet up in the air I can't wait to come down, drop down The only thing I seem to see around The sand in which you stand within my hand Slicing through the stratosphere Twice the speed of sound You are my life that's moving under me Before I touch the ground, oh And now, ten thousand feet up in the air I can't wait to get there, drop down --- Concorde - Gregory Porter