Go Around

Well there I was that one fine Sunday afternoon

Just me and my airplane and a little airport we'd never been to before

We were on short final and nothing was looking right

I was seeing red over red and white over white

And I couldn't seem to remember how that saying went anyway but

I was staring straight down at the runway and all I could think was

I was setting myself up to ungraciously dismantle this

Perfectly good little airplane and

And then off in the distance I heard a voice

And I think it was that of my flight instructor saying

You can always go around

You can always go around

If it don't look right coming down

Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding on the ground

You can always go around

I know back when, when I learned to fly

My instructor was yelling in my ear

Power in, carb heat cold, climb out pitch, flaps to go

Take it 'round the patch, one more time again

But I know now, he was showing me

That's just because the nose is pointing down

If it doesn't look right

Give it one more try

You can always go around

You can always go around

If it don't look right coming down

Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding upside down

You can always go around

You're coming in

You see you're high and fast

But your mind is set on somehow getting down

The runway leads to grass, that leads into trees

Little beads of sweat are dripping from your brow

You still got time

Simply change your mind

Would sure be nice to fly this plane again

With the wings still straight

This ain't no place to hesitate

Pitch and power, gear and flaps

Hey, go around!

You can always go around

If it don't look right coming down

Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding upside down

You can always go around

You can always go around

If it don't look right coming down

Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding on the ground

You can always go around