Flight 605, leaving from L.A.
Finally said goodbye, couldn’t have picked a better day
For going home to a place I’ve never been
Yeah, I'm flat-busted with a one-way ticket in my hand
I’M GONNA FLY AWAY
LEAVING EVERYTHING
TO BE BORN AGAIN
Lady way up front, blue uniform
Said “The pilot has informed me
That we’ve run into a storm”
And then she looked at me
With that big red plastic smile
She said, “Now, where you’re goin’
There’s not a cloud for miles”
So I leaned back, lay my head upon that pillow
And I walked along the golden avenues
Where lonely angels go
And when that plane touched-down
I raised my hands, as if to testify
“Sometimes salvation gives us one more try”
Flight 605, arriving from L.A.
It’s good to be alive, I couldn’t have picked a better day
For going home to a place I’ve never been
Yeah, I’m flat-busted, but I’m born again
Flat busted, but I’m born again
Flat busted, but I’m born again
