New World Aviation Committee - Skytrain

Woke up this morning, heard it might rain
The Cloud Conductor heard the hurt in my brain
Went for a walk to get rid of (my) migraine
I stopped, looked up and saw the storm coming my way...

Coming my way
Coming my way
Coming my way
Coming my way

Before the rain I saw eight strikes of lightning
They left upon the ground a ticket with my name

For the Skytrain
For the Skytrain
For the Skytrain
For the Skytrain

Back on Earth, the green grass grows soft again
Home is where we can all pretend

Things are our way
Things are our way
Things are our way
And they're always...

Written by:
Bailey Norman, Josh Mehan

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