You'd Lood Good In Wings, Part II

I found myself inside a plane
And down below the people screamed
Why do they fight most every night
My guess is spite

You're looking good for a man in pain
Keep your head in your knees and your feet on the bottom
If we find you some wings we can plan our escape

I found myself inside a car
Just as my head when through the glass
And as I died I had to smile
It's been a while