Father before we land, here's to another safety.   Sipping water, sipping ice.    We're coast to coast, coast to coast.   We saw explosions through the metal, rain and distance.   I only break for bolts, otherwise I'm unintrigued.      With a million mini lights, tinted green   We'll move the armrest to suit a    better busy body, busy body to the motion.      Everyone is moving but somebody somewhere's stopping.    Someone never stopped, and we're spinning, and we're out of control,    I never started it all.       Lets make our final destinations   lie in blank states, with blank slates    we'll make this place our own.    In blank states and blank slates we'll make this place our own.    In blank states and blank slates we'll make this place our own.