It was 1982, big storm.nLenny was working his way toward middle management.nHands on the steering wheel, ten and two.nDinner's waiting on the table I'll leave a light on for you.nnLenny never felt so unafraid.nSoaking wet, so many lives washed away.nIn the wrong place at the right time, Lenny did what he had to do, and he did it alright.nnJanuary, thirteenth.nArland D. Williams junior, boarded the aeroplane, trying to make his way home.nSeats and tray tables up, for liftoff.nThe drinkcart will be down when we're in the air.nnLenny never felt so unafraid.nSoaking wet, so many lives washed away.nIn the wrong place at the right time.nLenny did what he had to do and he did alright!(x2)nnFour in the afternoon, waiting.nDonald flew helicopters and he liked his job.nGoing over and over his training.nComing to the rescue; This is not a drill.nnChorus(x2)