Sixteen hours to London
Flying on a DC-10
I wonder if when this plane sets down
I'll ever be able to walk again
I spent thirty-five days in Europe
Singing 'til my voice is gone
Never time enough to get a good night's sleep
What is this road that I've been running on?
You've got to stop this flight
I've got to get back to earth
Hey, I'm a human being
God knows what that's worth.
I'm moving like a dancer on a darkened stage
But I'll be risen from the prison at the end of the age.
I've been locked up in the studio
And this is no way to live
They never like the music 'til the records sell
And they always want more than you can possibly give.
I've been struggling for inspiration
And hoping that the songs won't flop
I've been waiting like a beggar for the item to drop
You got to live up to the contract 'til they tell you to stop.
You've got to stop this flight
Got to get back to earth
We are human beings
And God knows what that's worth.
We're not meant to be imprisoned in this earthly cage
And end up screamin' like a demon at the end of the age.
We got to stop this flight
We got to stop it
Stop it, stop it!
