Immigration Song

Ozma

so it ends

round and round the propeller spins

seat backs up no tray tables down

no turning back to this country town



i already knew blue eyed girl

would be halfway around the world



air gets thin

round and round the propellor spins

round and round on this carousel

round and round feeling not as well



i already knew blue eyed girl

would be halfway around the world



i can feel it in these undertones

a fair, light one to have alone

i can see it in the lights below

pilots, mechanics take me home