Lyrics and music by Andy Blackwell.

Lyrics

All alone, I sit and listen,
For the sound of passing planes.
I’ve been lost, for countless hours
While my enemies have gone and saved the day.
While my enemies have gone and saved the day.

But I found my shotgun and patched up my shoulder,
And I’ve got sight back in my eyes.
In a minute I’ll be ready.
Gotta get myself the hell outta here.
Gotta get myself the hell outta here.

Here I go walkin’ away into the burning sky.
I hope and I pray, that I find my friends,
That I find my friends, that I find my friends…alive.