There are times I wake up in a cold sweat
Fifty-thousand feet in the sky
Hands are wet, slipping on the wheel
Of the plane that I'm supposed to fly
And I know that you're shaking your head
I told you I was gonna crack
All the gauges that used to be lit up
Might as well be painted black
Autopilot burning you down
Autopilot straight to the ground
Autopilot you won't be found
Autopilot I can't be trusted with you
JFK, 737, transatlantic on a cloudy day
Tower calls, radar's going down and you'll have to find your own way
No help! Dammit I told you I'm worthless when I fly alone
Hey Computer! I'm defeated! How ya gonna get me home?
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