Bill Callahan Small Plane
You used to take me up / I watched and learned
How to fly
No navigation system / Beyond our eyes
Watching
I always went wrong in the same place
Where the river splits towards the sea
That couldn't possibly be
You and me
Sometimes you sleep while I take us home
That's when I know / We really have a home
I never like to land
Getting back up seems impossibly grand
We do it with ease
Danger I never think of danger
I really am a lucky man
Flying this small plane
I like it when I take the controls from you
And when you take the controls from me
I really am a lucky man
Flying this small plane
Eyes scan the path ahead and all around
