| Tomorrow mornin' we start the future, |
| if I make it through the night. |
| Lights are flashin', |
| alarms are buzzin' |
| as we take this baby down |
| Mile in the sky, |
| two hundred tons of drivin' steel, |
| and we can’t even see the wings |
| And the fog keeps closin' in and the radar’s bringing us in. |
| Seems right now I’m so much more aware of my heart. |
| Midnight low, this midnight flight, |
| she begged me not to go Midnight low, lookin' for the runway lights |
| What I gotta do tonight. |
| Midnight low, lookin' for the runway lights |
| What I gotta do tonight. |
| Here’s her picture, |
| yeah she’s beautiful |
| She never wanted me to fly |
| I never told her |
| how much I really love her |
| Hope I get the chance tonight |
| Turn the plane around, |
| don’t try to put her down |
| With the tower screamin' in my ear |
| And the time keeps closin' in, |
| and we’re low on fuel |
| Had I only listened |
| I’d be safe and warm in her arms |
| Midnight low, this midnight flight, |
| she begged me not to go Midnight low, lookin' for the runway lights |
| What I gotta do tonight. |
| Midnight low, lookin' for the runway lights |
| What I gotta do tonight. |
| Midnight low, lookin' for the runway lights |
| What I gotta do tonight. |
| Midnight low, lookin' for the runway lights |
| What I gotta do tonight. |