Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering

Nights are cold on this airfield
I sit alone and watch the radar
Locked on the wavelength, caught in the beam
Falling slowly into the screen

Every day that you wait
Is one more that you've lost
When you wake up
I see you there
On display
Lights the final point of no return
Taking us there from here

And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
Into a sky that's clearing
Look back we'll dry the tears
For those once held so nearly
And love will never disappear

Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Lingering, lingering, lingering

And we can fly from here
Into a sky so clearly
Look back, we'll dry the tears
For those once held so nearly

And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)
And we can fly from here (we can fly)

And we can fly from here
On the understanding that we can fly

Everyday that you waste
Is one more that you've lost
On display
That's a final point of no return

Everyday that you waste
Is one more that you've lost
On display
That's a final point of no return

(by Horn/Downes/Squire)

Steve Howe - Guitar, Vocals
Chris Squire - Bass Guitar, Vocals
Alan White - [bad word] 
Geoff Downes - Keyboards
Benoît David – Lead Vocals

Produced by Trevor Horn
Recorded at: SARM West Coast Studios, Los Angeles