Along the edge of this airfield. The old prop-shaft airliners stand. Altimeters reading zero. Formless memories lingering. Nights are cold on this airfield. I sit alone and watch the radar. Locked on the wavelength caught in the beam. Falling slowly into the screen. Every day that you wait. Is one more that you've lost. When you wake up. I see you there. On display in lights. A final point of no return. Taking us there from here. And we can fly from here (we can fly). And we can fly from here (we can fly). And we can fly from here (we can fly). Into a sky that's clearing. Look back we'll dry the tears. For those once held so dearly. And love will never disappear. INSTRUMENTAL. Along the edge of this airfield. The old prop-shaft airliners stand. Altimeters reading zero. Formless memories lingering. Lingering lingering lingering. And we can fly from here. Into a sky so clearly. Look back we'll dry the tears. For those once held so dearly. And we can fly from here (we can fly). And we can fly from here (we can fly). And we can fly from here (we can fly). And we can fly from here (we can fly). And we can fly from here. On the understanding that we can fly. INSTRUMENTAL. Everyday that you waste. Is one more that you've lost. On display in lights. A final point of no return. Everyday that you waste. Is one more that you've lost. On display in lights. A final point of no return