Concorde - Gregory Porter

With a million stars in the galaxy

When I’m floating with them it’s hard for me to see

I’m holding on to this dear earth as it spins around with me

With a million miles of audiometry

And the moon like a goon staring back at me

I’m holding on to this dear earth with love and gravity

Sixty thousand feet up in the air

I can’t wait to come down, drop down

I’ve been that fool, I let my fuel run low

Let my people know I’m all dropped down

Slicing through the stratosphere

Twice the speed of sound

My life is moving under me

Before I touch the ground

Thirty thousand feet up in the air

I can’t wait to get there, drop down

The only thing I seem to see around

The sand in which you stand within my hand

Slicing through the stratosphere

Twice the speed of sound

My life is moving under me

Before I touch the ground, oh

Thirty thousand feet up in the air

I can’t wait to come down, drop down

The only thing I seem to see around

The sand in which you stand within my hand

Slicing through the stratosphere

Twice the speed of sound

You are my life that’s moving under me

Before I touch the ground, oh

Slicing through the stratosphere

Twice the speed of sound

My life is moving under me

Before I touch the ground

And now, ten thousand feet up in the air

I can’t wait to get there, drop down