Out from Austria the yellow and blue Dash 7's hours away, my cue
Down to Florida the land of snow, taxied out to the runway Oh
Oh, the ice is forming to freeze the soldier
Oh, It's natures whim to keep her there and hold her
The gold band sings so loud to everything, bringing light to the eyes
The symbols/cymbals clash so loud at everything, 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?