Turnstiles on mezzanine   Jet ways and Dramamine fiends and x-ray machines   You were hurling through space   G-forces twisting your face   Breeding superstition   A fatal premonition   You know you got to envision   The fiery crash   Oh close your eyes and you wake up   Face stuck to vinyl settee   Oh the line was starting to break-up   Just as you were starting to say   Something apropos I don't know   Beige tiles and magazines   Lou Dobbs and the CNN team on every monitor screen   You were caught in the crossfire   Where every human face has you   Reaching for your mace so it's   Kind of an imposition   Fatal premonition   To save our lives you've got to envision   To save all our lives you've got to envision   And to save all our lives you've got to envision   The fiery crash   It's just a formality   Why must i explain why?   Just a nod to mortality   Before you get on.....   Before you get on a plane   Oh close your eyes and you wake up   Facestuck to a vinyl settee   Oh the line was starting to break up   What was it you were going to say?