Looking for a Place to Land

I been circling
The side of my hands
Reserves are running low and I'm looking for a place to land
'Cause far too young I learned to fly
So I should know now as a man
How to come back down now
I'm looking for a place to land now

I've crossed oceans
Fought freezing rain and blowing sand
I've crossed lines and roads and wondering rivers
Just looking for a place to land
Now I've climbed the heights most weren't meant to understand now
I'm flying low
And I'm looking for a place to land
'Cause these once proud engines
They choke up now and then
Now, now I'm starting to lose my faith
But still looking for a place to land

Justin Townes Earle, rest in peace.