The number 17 is so clearly in my mind What made it so special, I'll never know But it seems as if it's always saved my life
Flying on the wing is the safest, I've been told Whether 17 is involved or not, I'm always there Always protected, always retained
Plummeting through the clouds At 180 miles per hour Straight into the effects of the storm I didn't feel so safe, so guarded I watched the wings toss and turn Changing trajectory continuously I wasn't sure I'd make it
But I did, I made it, and I'm here To tell this sorry tale of fate And one thing reigns in my mind