Land Of The Free
Gunfire all around and
My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding.
He said “Forget about your law and order.
You left that at the American border.”
A silent boat to a floating plane.
One blacked-out treetop flight away.
One blacked-out treetop flight away…
Stars light the river as we trace its courses
Rolls-Royce putting out all its horses.
We climb above the deep, dark sea
Could it be?
Could it really be?
Thirty-eight hundred and we’re really flying.
Everyone on board is crying.
Bullets flying, windows breaking
Our little plane is shaking, shaking.
Shudder-bang. Prayers are spoken.
Hope lies broken, broken.
A subtle peace washes over me
As she augers down into the sea.