Lost standing in belise, ten hours we must wait
They started with a flight show
so the airport all comes late
Nobody really told us, nobody seems to know
Now we're sitting here all drinking
we hope to catch the show

Finally, they make the call, we travel to the party
In the plane we're drunk's allowed
Where the captain gives a show
We are high, we are far, but we
Don't know where we are

We are lost, lost in america
There's a cloud, there's a storm
We should plunder the sky (?)
We are lost, lost in america

Our captain says the gauges don't really seem to be
In the best trustworthy day test, as far as he could see
Some ridiculous disturbance or a simple full break down
Makes it hopeless to impossible to imagine
where's we're bound