Letras
Pushback from O'Hare, Chicago's winter chill behind
Engines spooling up, heading south to sunshine we find
Climbing through the night, stars above the Midwest plain
Cruisin' at thirty-five thousand, Florida-bound again
Passengers dreaming of Disney, beaches and magic kingdom glow
But the weather radar's painting red over central Florida below
Lightning cracking, like fireworks gone mad
Running low on gas, the storm's the worst we've had
ATC vectors us around, but cells are building strong
Anvil clouds towering high, where we don't belong
Intense lights flashing, thunderstorms raging wild
Nighttime fury over MCO, no way through that child
Fuel now critical, alternate's our only shot
Declare minimum fuel, priority to the slot
Intense lights flashing, thunderstorms raging wild
Blocked the path to MCO, storms too fierce and piled
Over the Gulf now turning, Tampa's lights in sight
Flaps down, gear extended, breaking through the night
Thunder rolling like drums, wind shear on approach
Autopilot off, hands on the yoke, staying calm, no reproach
Intense lights flashing, thunderstorms raging wild
Nighttime fury over MCO, no way through that child
Passengers gripping seats, as we descend through the black
Touchdown smooth, no turning back
From Chicago to Orlando, turned into Tampa's shore
Low fuel and lightning storms, can't ask for much more
Safe on the ramp, the crew breathes a sigh
Tomorrow a new crew, under clearer skies
Intense lights flashing, thunderstorms raging wild
Nighttime fury over MCO, no way through that child
Lightning cracking, illuminating the rain
But the wheels are on the ground now, you'll fly again