Texty: Wilco. A.M.. Dash 7.

Dash 7 in the air
Dropped to the sun alone
Jets hum

I wish that I was still there
Props not a jet, alone
Where the sun doesn't come down

Because I've found the way those engines sound
Will make ya kiss the ground
When you touch down

Dash 7 pointed down
The captain's announcement
Doesn't make a sound

Because I've found the way those engines sound
Will make ya kiss the ground
I found the way those engines sound
Will make ya kiss the ground
When you touch down