I was working in the flight line
Taking nothing home for hours and days
Always walking on a fine line
Never falling off, just pushing away
Until i saw you walk across a crowded room alone
Maybe sometimes i assume
Somehow it seems that time is slowly slipping away again
Leaving me without a trace
I keep looking at the rader, listening to the radio
I am caught up in a fire fight
Needing know which way to go
They all say that i am living on a wing and a prayer
Lost over the horizon but i don't care
I'm looking at the rader, listening to the radio
I was standing in the fine line, watching as the seconds turned hours to days
Still walking on the fine line
Never falling off, just making my way
Until i saw you walk across a crowded room alone
Maybe sometimes i assume
Somehow it seems that time is slowly slipping away again
Leaving me without a trace
I keep looking at the rader, listening to the radio
I am caught up in a fire fight
Needing know which way to go
They all say that i am living on a wing and a prayer
Lost over the horizon but i don't care
I'm looking at the rader, listening to the radio
I keep looking at the rader, listening to the radio
I am caught up in a fire fight
Needing know which way to go
They all say that i am living on a wing and a prayer
Lost over the horizon but i don't care
I'm looking at the rader, listening to the radio
I'll keep looking at the rader, listening to the radio
I am caught up in a fire fight
Needing know which way to go
They all say that i am living on a wing and prayer
Lost over the horizon but i don't care・・・

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