Itasca (one more turn)

Itasca I am sending signals in the blind
Transmitting
Thousand feet descending, your frequency to find
Are you receiving?

Flying on your bearing, 337 line
Between the islands
Training my antenna for patterns in the whine
I hear your voice now

If you believe our course is true
Then I am close to you
Don't give up on me there's one more turn I'm making
One more signal sending
To keep my compass true

Itasca I am willing to do what I must do
Make my landing
Search beyond endurance, limit of my fuel
Not where I planned now

Itasca I am ready to come down from the sky
Over ocean now
Feathering my engines, running them on dry
Not long now

If you believe our course is true...

BOB MCNEILL

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