goodbye salt lake. my late afternoon flight. i'll take these wings, because i don't have my own. but if i did, they'd be even more weathered than these. and i couldn't get home. no, i wouldn't go home. from way up here i'm unknowingly looking at you. and i wonder if we're similar enough that you feel it. up here it's just empty s***e and the cold thin air. and i wonder if there's really that much more for me down there. aileron, my enemy. just this once let my plane not go down. for as many times as i've begged you to fail this time i've gotta get back alive to live and hear her voice again. God keep us safe. or turn us around and crash in the lake where i woke up today feeling so great.