I'm not on your radar anymore.

I've gone all Stealth Bomber,

Re-stationed, back home,

Out of Dyess Air Force Base in Texas.

I'm flying so low,

But I can't get under it,

This heavy low-down "what coulda been."

And you don't know it,

But I'm hovering over you tonight,

Low enough that I can hear you sing,

"Abilene, Abilene..." 

-jenn