All aboard this Lord-driven FordnTake me where you want to gonI could sit like this forevernIn your belly at 110nnJust like the princess and the peanSomething is messing with my sleepnThrough the layers something's callingnSo I choose to speak my mindnTwist it all up into rhymesnOther times I take off drivingnnAll aboard...nnI hear the ticking of a clocknFeel the cold rush of a gun cockednSome are dying some are dancingnAs I look around this worldnI am the luckiest of girlsnThe wonder of it has me shakingnnAll aboard...nnMy mother called me some kind of birdnWish I could remember her exact wordsnBecause she said it all so fondlynNow as I flip and as I flailnTossing feathers in the airnI hear a voice say:nFly....fly...nnAll aboard this Lord-driven FordnTake me where you want to gonI could sit like this forevernIn your belly at 110