Well there I was that one fine Sunday afternoon
just me and my airplane and a little airport we'd never beed to before
We were on short final and nothing was looking right
I was seeing red over red and white over whitepapi
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:
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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
If it don't look right comin' down
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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...