Mayday, Mayday

You called me Livia, the chick from Aloha state

You drafted me in 1978

I shoulda seen you coming; I coulda have read the signs

I woulda have sensed the danger, but I never got the time

 

Mayday, mayday

This bird is going down

Mayday, mayday

I can’t hear a sound

 

I’ve been your ace, your one-pound rescue squab

You strapped me down to do a one simple job

Find your desperate, and your lost on the dark and stormy sea

The gift of life for you and a corn bit for me

 

Mayday, mayday

This bird is going down

Mayday, mayday

I can’t hear a sound

 

My sorry life is flashing by, but there ain’t much to see

Cause I never loved, and I never flew free

 

​Mayday, mayday

This chopper’s going down

Mayday, mayday

You just let me drown

 

No one thanked me for my service

No one got the doors

No one heard my final prayer

It was my life for yours

 

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