Текст: Drive By Truckers. Southern Rock Opera. Angels And Fuselage.

Looking out the window
The trees are getting closer it seems
Thinking 'bout you, darling
Adding up the cost of these dreams

Strapped to this projectile
A blink ago I was back in school
Smoking by the gym door
Practicing my rock-star attitude

And I'm scared shitless
Of what's coming next
I'm scared shitless
These angels I see in the trees are waiting for me

The engines have stopped now
We all know we are going down
Last call for alcohol
Wish we could have one more round

And I'm scared shitless
Of what's coming next
Scared shitless
These angels I see in the trees are waiting for me
Waiting for me

Friends in the swamp
Friends on the ground, in the trees
Angels and fuselage

And I'm scared shitless
Of what's coming next
And I'm scared shitless
These angels I see in the trees are waiting for me
Waiting for me