Go Around

You Can Aways Go Around

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Well there I was, that one fine Sunday afternoon,

Just me and my airplane at a little airport we'd never been to before.

We were on short final, and nothin' was looking right.

I was seein' red over red and white over white,

And I couldn't seem to remember how that sayin' went anyway,

But I was starin' straight down at the runway

And all I could think of was I was settin' myself up to ungraciously dismantle this perfectly good little airplane,

And then off in the distance, I heard a voice--I think it was that of my flight instructor--sayin',

"You Can Always Go Around"

You can always go around,

If it don't look right comin' down.

Don't wait until you're sideways,

Maybe slidin' on the ground,

You can always… Go Around!

I know back when, when I learned to fly,

My instructor was yelling in my ear:

"Power in, carb heat cold, climb out pitch, flaps to go...

Take it 'round the patch one more time again."

But I know now he was showin' me that just because the nose is pointin' down,

If it doesn't look right, give it one more try, you can always go around.

You can always go around,

If it don't look right comin' down.

Don't wait until you're sideways,

Maybe slidin' upside down,

You can always… Go Around!

You're comin' in, you see you're high and fast,

but your mind is set on somehow gettin' down.

The runway leads to grass that leads into trees,

little beads of sweat are dripping from your brow.

You've still got time, simply change your mind:

Would sure be nice to fly this plane again,

With the wings still straight this ain't no place to hesitate:

pitch and power, gear and flaps, Hey, go around!

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