Thought rudely awoken, really safe and sound
Sweat beginning to pour down, my neck as I turn round
One more red nightmare
I was just sitting musing, the virtues of cruising
One more red nightmare
Asleep on the Greyhound
When altitude dropping, my ears started popping
Reality stirred me, my angel had heard me
I heard fortune shouting, just get off of this outing
The prayer had been answered a reprieve
Can be, the stewardess made me
A farewell swan song, see you know how turbulence
Has been granted, the dream was now broken