Fly From Here - Pt I - We Can Fly by Yes
Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Nights are cold on this airfield
I sit alone and watched the radar
Locked on the wavelength
Caught in the beep
Falling slowly into the screen
Every day that you wait
Is one more that you lost
When you wake up
I see you there on display in lights
A final point of no return
Taking us there from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
Into a sky that's clearing
Look back, we'll dry the tears
For those once held so dearly
And love will never disappear
Along the edge of this airfield
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