I fly through the mountain valley chasing my own shadow
at five hundred miles an hour, on a knife edge
turn I fly around a rock outcrop, g-force crushing me down.
A feeling of being alive lasts forever as time stands still
in a microsecond, for I am on a wing and a prayer,
flying for freedom in a stolen fighter plane.
I have no guns or missiles to defend myself from the Alliance
who strive to catch me. With my agility and luck I may get through
to get home to see my girl and to live again
in what was once a dream for all those lonely years.