Gregory Porter - Concorde

With a million stars in the galaxy
When I’m floating with them it’s hard for me to see
I’m holding on to this dear earth as it spins around with me
With a million miles of audiometry
And the moon like a goon staring back at me
I’m holding on to this dear earth with love and gravity
Sixty thousand feet up in the air
I can’t wait to come down, drop down
I’ve been that fool I let my fuel run low
Let my people know I’m all dropped down
Slicing through the stratosphere
Twice the speed of sound
My life is moving under me
Before I touch the ground
Thirty thousand feet up in the air
I can’t wait to get there, drop down
The only thing I seem to see around
The sand in which you stand within my hand

Slicing through the stratosphere
Twice the speed of sound
My life is moving under me
Before I touch the ground
Thirty thousand feet up in the air
I can’t wait to come down, drop down
The only thing I seem to see around
The sand in which you stand within my hand

Slicing through the stratosphere
Twice the speed of sound
You are my life that’s moving under me
Before I touch the ground
Slicing through the stratosphere
Twice the speed of sound
My life is moving under me
Before I touch the ground
And now, ten thousand feet up in the air
I can’t wait to get there
Drop down