Landing

November 10, 2006

Oh won’t she be so lucky when she lands me
Won’t she be the luckiest when she tries to land me?
A drunken pilot with broken landing gear
Being waved in by empty hands, have no fear

Don’t you want to take me home to dad?
To show me off, I’m only half bad
I’ll wear my tie and crack a joke
And on their laughter everyone will choke

The goal is to settle down, not just settle
It’s not that easy creating gold from metal
You’ll figure it out, you’ve got that degree
Your textbook informed you that it won’t be me

The coast is clear so I’ll take off straight away
Hope you enjoyed this flight not to mention my stay
Flying solo once again, I, myself, and me
This crash leaves only one casualty