go around

Well there I was that one fine Sunday afternoon

Just me and my airplane and a little airport we'd never been to before

We were on short final and nothing was looking right

I was seeing red over red and white over white

and I couldn't seem to remember how that saying went anyway

I was staring straight down at the runway and all I could think was:

I was setting myself up to ungraciously dismantle this perfectly good little airplane and...

and then off in the distance I heard a voice

And I think it was that of my flight instructor saying:

You can always go around

You can always go around

If it don't look right comin' down

Don't wait until you're sideways maybe sliding on the ground

You can always go around

I know that when

when I learned to fly, my instructor was yellin' in my ear

Power in, carb heat cold, climb out pitch, flaps to go

take it 'round the patch one more time again

But I know now

he was showing me that just because the nose is pointing down

if it doesn't look right, give it one more try

You can always go around

You can always go around

If it don't look right comin' down

Don't wait until you're sideways maybe sliding upside down

You can always go around

You're comin' in

you see you're high and fast

but your mind is set on somehow gettin' down

The runway leads to grass that leads into trees

little beads of sweat are drippin' from your brow

You still got time

simply change your mind

would sure be nice to fly this plane again

With the wings still straight

this ain't no place to hesitate

pitch and power, gear and flaps

HEY GO AROUND!

You can always go around

If it don't look right comin' down

Don't wait until you're sideways maybe sliding upside down

You can always...

You can always go around

If it don't look right comin' down

Don't wait until you're sideways maybe sliding on the ground

You can always go around