A little bit of Jesus   and a foreign car   Never learnt to come home   It's too far      Somewhere in the country   you're moving way too fast   for all your hours working   How do you make it last?   No-one's left to tell you, enough      One too many take-offs   Staring at the stars   At home beneath the wind-shears   we drift on      The tower yells instructions   You're coming in too low   You need to bring your speed down   Or you'll blow us all to hell   I'm just another pilot, who followed you down      Take me back I'm almost at the end   C'mon, c'mon      Take me back I'm almost at the end   C'mon, c'mon      A little bit of Jesus   and a foreign car   Never learnt to come home