Title: “Cleared for Chaos” ⸻ [Verse 1] Pulled up to the runway, coffee in my hand Didn’t check the checklist, “Aw, she’ll fly, man” Tower’s callin’ out but I just roll on through Got a text from my buddy, so I answer that too Wheels start driftin’, I’m a little off line Other plane’s landin’, but I’ll beat him this time Passengers prayin’, grip tight to their seats While I’m scrollin’ through memes at thirty thousand feet ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Missed a couple warnings, lights flashin’ red But I seen worse drivin’ home, or so I said ⸻ [Chorus] If pilots flew like drivers on a Friday night We’d be dodgin’ planes instead of tail lights No turn signals in the sky, just blind lane change Altitude driftin’ like it ain’t no thang Cutting off a jet just to save a minute “Relax folks, we’re fine”—yeah, we all in it But gravity don’t care if you’re runnin’ late One bad move and it’s a fiery fate ⸻ [Verse 2] Autopilot’s off ‘cause I like control One hand on the yoke, one on rock and roll Didn’t file a flight plan, seemed like a chore Just headin’ west-ish, maybe find a shore Hear a beep-beep beep but I turn it down “Too many alerts in this thing,” I frown Cruisin’ through clouds like I own the lane Till another jet pops up—now that’s insane ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Close call moment, but I laugh it away “That guy should’ve watched where he’s goin’,” I say ⸻ [Chorus] If pilots flew like drivers on a backroad bend We’d be playin’ chicken at ten thousand feet again No right of way, just whoever’s bold Breaking every rule that we’ve been told Runway rage and midair fights High beam flashes in the night But there ain’t no ditch you can safely take Just endless sky… and one big mistake ⸻ [Bridge] Imagine missin’ signs at gate departure Fuel light blinkin’—“Eh, we’ll go a little farther” Seatbelt signs? Nah, let ‘em roam We’re treatin’ this jet like a Sunday drive home ⸻ [Breakdown] “Tower, tower, yeah we might be lost…” “Sir, you’re headed straight for a—” static cuts ⸻ [Final Chorus] If pilots flew like drivers every single day We’d be writin’ names in the clouds that fade away No second chances when you’re in that climb No pullin’ over, no rewind So next time you’re ridin’ that center line Or checkin’ your phone at sixty-five Remember up here there’s no room for guessin’ Down below… same damn lesson ⸻ [Outro] Yeah the sky stays safe ‘cause the rules hold tight Maybe roads would too… if we drove ‘em right
