Immigration Song - Ozma

so it ends 
round and round the propeller spins 
seat backs up no tray tables down 
no turning back to this country town 

i already knew blue eyed girl 
would be halfway around the world 

air gets thin 
round and round the propellor spins 
round and round on this carousel 
round and round feeling not as well 

i already knew blue eyed girl 
would be halfway around the world 

i can feel it in these undertones 
a fair, light one to have alone 
i can see it in the lights below 
pilots, mechanics take me home