Jet Pilot

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

My horse is a shackled old man

His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey

the skes, right before

right before they went gray

my horse and my remorse

flying over a great bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

My source is the source of all creation

Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey

The skies, right before

Right before they go gray

My source, and my remorse

Flying over a great bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay