Air traffic control, it's me
Coach class, row thirteen
I've got this sinking feeling — is everything alright?
Stare at the wing and think, 'It's later than I think.'
Look at these passengers — if there's babies, I'll survive

It's hard to be a passenger for me
You know I'm always looking down

I will compose this note in case I don't come home
I'm thinking of you before the plane goes down
If I forgot to say I love you every day
Know I've been keeping track, in my quiet way

It's hard to fly if you don't believe all the time
I know I sometimes let you down
It's hard to see something that's so close to me
But I'll see you in my dreams

I'm feeling turbulence no one else sees
I'll see you in my dreams
See you in my dreams