The second day
The Puritans say
That’s when you have to try
No more coasting
Down the hill
Short throw that shifter into drive
In a cyclone
With papers swirling around
I’m determined
And I’m anchored down
Board the plane
Bear the pain
Leave someone behind
Above the clouds
A pillowed world
Catches fools who dive
In cyclone
With papers swirling around
I’m determined
And anchored down
Arrive in town
The wind dies down
Stand up like a man
Face the East
Whistle low
Hatch a worthy plan
In cyclone
With the papers swirling around
I’m determined
And I won’t back down