Runway Nerves
Alex Wilson
Description
A high-energy pop anthem about overcoming performance anxiety and embracing the exhilarating rush of taking risks. "Runway Nerves" captures the internal monologue of an artist about to step into the spotlight, using aviation metaphors to illustrate the fear, anticipation, and ultimately, the triumphant feeling of pushing past limitations. The blend of live instrumentation and electronic elements creates a dynamic soundscape perfect for arenas and streaming alike.
Lyrics
Intro (PA + count) Cabin crew—hearts in flight. Four, three—breathe—ignite. Verse 1 Backstage carpet, gum in my shoe, Cracked phone screen says “call dad soon.” Sharpie setlist on my wrist in blue, Mouth is dry but the truth shines through. Hands like engines—spool and whine, Turbine thoughts in a check-in line. If fear is weather, let it move— I’m built to climb, not cruise. Pre-Chorus Close the door, lock the doubt, Push me back, feel the shout. If this shakes, it means it’s real— Roll, then steel. Chorus Runway nerves—wheels up on my heartbeat, I was made to leave the ground when it gets too loud. Runway nerves—teeth tight, but my feet leap, I’m a takeoff kid—watch me clear these clouds. If I stall, I’ll fall into the sound, Runway nerves—I’m up now. Drop (vox chop + brass stabs) Up—up—up now. (Hey!) Up—up—up now. Verse 2 Security tray with my lucky ring, I keep the voicemail you never sing. There’s a prayer I say between the cues— “Make me honest, not just news.” Mirror says “steady,” hands say “shake,” Crowd says “ready,” so I don’t fake. If gravity argues with what I do— Tell it I’ve got you. Pre-Chorus Close the door, lock the doubt, Push me back, feel the shout. Chorus Runway nerves—wheels up on my heartbeat, I was made to leave the ground when it gets too loud. Runway nerves—teeth tight, but my feet leap, I’m a takeoff kid—watch me clear these clouds. If I stall, I’ll fall into the sound, Runway nerves—I’m up now. Bridge (breakdown—claps + toms) If the nose dips, lift me higher, Say my name and feed the fire. If the sky rips, stitch it true— I’ll fly this thing with you. Build Hands up—don’t blink—let it hit— Final Chorus (lift, octave harms) Runway nerves—wheels up on my heartbeat, I was made to leave the ground when it gets too loud. Runway nerves—teeth tight, but my feet leap, I’m a takeoff kid—watch me clear these clouds. If I stall, I’ll fall into the sound, Runway nerves—I’m up now. I’m up now. Final Drop Up—up—up now. (Hey!) Up—up—up now. Tag (soft) Cabin crew—hearts in flight.