All dust and rubble, no stone intact Somewhere along I must have taken the wrong track No one in front of me, no one behind Nowhere to look except in my own mind
Turbulence in the atmosphere Are you receiving me? I'm heading straight for the stratosphere Are you receiving me?
Dry air in silence, no heavenly choirs And I'm still a prisoner of my own desire
Here comes terror in rubber soles Are you receiving me? Here in the darkness I'm all alone Are you receiving me?
Flashing lights on the road ahead Calling out to me Like a fantasy movie I can't see it but I feel the force Flying down to me Right out of the blue
Out of the blue I find myself shaking Caught in a whirlwind, I can't see a blind thing
