Looking For A Place To Land Justin Townes Earle

I been circling
The side of my hands
Reserves are running low and
I’m looking for a place to land
‘Cause far too young I learned to fly
So I should know now as a man
How to come back down now
I’m looking for a place to land now

I’ve crossed oceans
Fought freezing rain and blowing sand
I’ve crossed lines and roads and wondering rivers
Just looking for a place to land
Now I’ve climbed the heights most weren’t meant to understand now
I’m flying low
And I’m looking for a place to land
‘Cause these once proud engines
They choke up now and then
Now, now I’m starting to lose my faith
But still looking for a place to land

So tower, tower please come in
Where will my engines give out?
When?
How long ago
Did I start my decent?
And if I put down here
Will I ever fly again?