A thinly veiled cautionary tale of addiction and opioid withdrawals.
I’ve been circling the airport now, for so many years
Trying to get myself back on the ground.
I asked the pilot to bring us down slow, He said buckle up son.
We’re taking the long and bumpy way around.
When you’ve been up there for so long,
Flying high on a wing and a prayer
It never occurs to you what could go wrong
Staying in the clouds is your only care
It’s gonna be a hard landing
The longer you fly, the harder it is to come down.
And we’re in for a hard landing
Bracing for when your feet meet the ground.
I found the stewardess, Way back in the galley.
She had a parachute strapped on her back.
I asked her panicked eyes, I said it used to be so much fun to fly
She said that was before the government began their attack.
There’s been a few crash landings, to cause a widespread panic.
Now all the flights are grounded, and everyone’s unpacking
It’s gonna be a hard landing,
The longer you fly the hard it is to come down.
And we’re in for a hard landing,
And I can’t find my way through all these clouds.
The pilots used to be so friendly
Giving toy wings to all the kids
Now they double locked the cockpit door
And only tell you where to find the first aid kits.
As we get closer to the ground, I find myself wondering,
If I’ll ever let myself fly again.
It’s so much fun taking off, and sailing through the clear blue sky.
But the hard landings feel like crashing into hell.
Cause when you’ve been up for so long, and flying without a net.
It’s like a bittersweet song, with lyrics you always forget.
It’s gonna be a hard landing
The longer you fly the harder it is to come down.
And we’re in for a hard landing
And I can’t find my way out of these clouds.