Flight of the Last Letter

(ooh) Silver wings across the morning haze

Flying high in that P-51 machine

She cleared the line and broke their line

She knew the price of every victory (mm-mm)

She told the officer before the climb

Go search the tent when the sirens sound

Look right beneath the iron frame

An old worn book upon the ground

There is a box beneath my bed With the name Luke White

carved in pine

Give it to his hands when I don't return Every letter that

I left behind

I fought the sky,

I took the fall

(oh I took the fall) Just wasn't brave enough to say it

all

She turned the throttle into heavy cloud

Did what she had to do to win the day

A flash of smoke across the canopy

She gave her life to clear the way

Take the box beneath my bed With the name Luke White

carved in pine

Place it in his hands now that I am gone Every letter

that I left behind I fought the sky,

I took the fall

(yeah) Just wasn't brave enough to say it all

Paper and ink on folded pages

Unspoken love

in the quiet tent (ahhhh)