Out from Austria, the yellow and blue
Dash seven's hours away, my cue
Down to Florida the land of snow
Taxied out to the runway, oh
Oh oh the ice is forming
To freeze the Soldier
Oh, it's nature's whim to keep her there and hold her
The gold band sings so loud to everything
Bringing light to the eyes
The Cymbals
Symbols clash so loud at everthing
Disturbing my Island Paradise
Glance in memory, it's delicate glass
Difficult the words, I pass
The floating bubbles, the tropical chance
Didn't I say it all in a glance?