Well there I was that one fine Sunday afternoon
Just me and my airplane and a little airport we'd never been to before
We were on short final and nothing was looking right
I was seeing red over red and white over white
And I couldn't seem to remember how that saying went anyway but
I was staring straight down at the runway and all I could think was
I was setting myself up to ungraciously dismantle this
Perfectly good little airplane and
And then off in the distance I heard a voice
And I think it was that of my flight instructor saying
You can always go around

You can always go around
If it don't look right coming down
Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding on the ground
You can always go around

I know back when, when I learned to fly
My instructor was yelling in my ear
Power in, carb heat cold, climb out pitch, flaps to go
Take it 'round the patch, one more time again

But I know now, he was showing me
That's just because the nose is pointing down
If it doesn't look right
Give it one more try
You can always go around

You can always go around
If it don't look right coming down
Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding upside down
You can always go around

You're coming in
You see you're high and fast
But your mind is set on somehow getting down
The runway leads to grass, that leads into trees
Little beads of sweat are dripping from your brow

You still got time
Simply change your mind
Would sure be nice to fly this plane again
With the wings still straight
This ain't no place to hesitate
Pitch and power, gear and flaps
Hey, go around!

You can always go around
If it don't look right coming down
Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding upside down
You can always go around

You can always go around
If it don't look right coming down
Don't wait until you're sideways, maybe sliding on the ground
You can always go around