His face disappears as he ends the call.
I have to look out for them.
I am ordered into
My beloved plane
To take off straight away.
This is what we were born to do,
Our job is to rescue.
Once in place my hands glide over the controls.
I have to look out for them.
I am given the all clear
And go full throttle,
Soaring out through the pool.
This is what we were born to do,
Our job is to rescue.
I put in a call to Thunderbird two.
I have to look out for them.
After a bit of planning
He gives me his usual precise ETA,
Twenty one point seven minutes.
This is what we were born to do,
Our job is to rescue.
He calls from space with more information.
I have to look out for them.
He says that there isn't a single
Building left unburnt,
This is going to be a bad one.
This is what we were born to do,
Our job is to rescue.
I see the flames licking the sky in the distance.
I have to look out for them.
My name is
Scott Jefferson Tracy
And I have arrived at the danger zone.
This is what we were born to do,
We are here to rescue.
