One more lonely ace cruising route one thirty
And it's nothing to you, you were let out early
You sat clean, one muscle just above the stabs
You come out smiling but you'll never outrun the grabs
Your name is here and someday you'll wash up on the shore
On your knees and begging, "just one minute more."
Mouth agape and screaming for your chance to be ignored
And we'll sit grimly smiling saying,"you've been here before."