Immigration song

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 is thin Round and round the propellor spins Round and round like a 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