You said we'd meet on the airwaves
Mission complete; time to bail
This tape will self-destruct in ten seconds
It's time I covered my trail
It's me to you on the radio saying,
"Hey, what's your twenty?
I'm here at Grayskull Over and out"
With static on the audio you said,
"Ten-four, good buddy
I'm headed westward and to the south"
I've lost all contact with HQ
My CODEC is on the fritz
I've only got a half-mile radius
God knows if it will transmit
And now that you're fine will you leave me behind?