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Final Approach
Swamp Dogg
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I'm on my final approach, tray table locked down
Past is getting blurry as wheels kiss the clouds
And I won't even lie, I ain't the holiest ghost
That's why I'm coming in hot on my final approach
Final approach, final approach
I'm coming in on my final approach
No map, no plan, just a seat in the sky
Turbulence in my spirit, but I still fly high
Old flames, they flicker in the blue rearview
Lessons in the smoke, but the fire felt true
I ain't running, I'm gliding through my own confession
Those clouds ain't soft, but they carry the lesson
I'm on my final approach, tray table locked down
Past is getting blurry as wheels kiss the clouds
And I won't even lie, I ain't the holiest ghost
That's why I'm coming in hot on my final approach
Final approach, final approach
I'm coming in on my final approach
I kept rising even grounded in pain
Wings on hold, even flying through the rain
I made peace with a past that won't change
Now I'm landing in a whole new frame
Final approach
I'm in my final approach
Final approach
I'm in my final approach
I said goodbye to the runaway me
Opened the doors, set the captive free
Marked every storm that I made it through
Kept every scrap that the fire grew
My name is in the logbook, signed in grease
Worn out the dust and shot my faith
If mercy is fuel, then I've got enough
I'm taxiing home, smooth on the rough
I'm on my final approach, tray table locked down
Past is getting blurry as wheels kiss the clouds
And I won't even lie, I ain't the holiest ghost
That's why I'm coming in hot on my final approach
Final approach, final approach
I'm coming in on my final approach
Final approach
I'm nearing the end, my final approach
I said I'd never sing or write a song like this
Sam Cooke, I remember him singing "A Change Is Gonna Come"
And Otis Redding, "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay"
And Chuck Willis hanging up his rock 'n' roll shoes
As I get closer to the tarmac, I feel like singing
I feel like dancing, I'm happier than I've ever been
I know everything is finally alright
No more phone calls in the middle of the night
Credit people knocking on my door
Bother me now, I'm nearing the end
I'm on my final approach
It's the last time, though
My final approach
My final approach
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