Incoming by Greg Felden Lyrics

It hits you when you least expect
You wake up, your life's a wreck
No one told you hit the deck, incoming
No one told you hit the deck

It starts falling from the sky
Eighty tons and eight miles wide
It does no good to go inside
It keeps coming
It does no good to go inside

But you are still a friend of mine
Even if we have not spoken
I have looked into your eyes
Through the laughter and the smoke
And I will curse the skies for you
If it's all that I can do
Maybe somehow I'll be there
When you come up for air

Time it moves in a straight line
And every corner here is blind
The world it can be so unkind, it keeps spinning
There's no stopping to unwind
If every breath we take’s a risk
And every step is a near miss
How do we go on like this?
We keep running
How do we go on like this?

You are still a friend of mine
Even if we have not spoken
I have looked into your eyes
Through the laughter and the smoke
And I will curse the skies for you
If it's all that I can do
Maybe somehow I'll be there
When you come up for air

It is everyone, not you
So stop asking what'd you do
We are travelling in twos
It's stunning
We are travelling with you

You are still a friend of mine
Even if we have not spoken
I have looked into your eyes
Through the laughter and the smoke
And I will curse the skies for you
If it's all that I can do
Maybe somehow I'll be there
When you come up for air
When you come up for air