I turn to the dark,
welcome back home.
Come one come all,
please enjoy the show.

We're clear for takeoff,
no more worries around.
Lose the landing gear,
I'm not comin back down.

The light's still callin,
"wait up, no don't go"
"you're not clear for takeoff,
someone cancel this show."

But its too late for me now,
done lookin for stop signs.
Maybe it was the shots that did it,
or perhaps the pills and all the lines.

Determined to find that feeling,
that I felt way back when.
That moment when everything made sense,
and all my worries seemed to end.

Fueled by pleasure,
so young and so free.
**** your long winded toast,
this next ones to me.

So hold'em up high,
lets live for this moment.
Tomorrow's not guaranteed,
but I'm gonna live like I know it.