Son Of The Velvet Rat I Am A Jet Pilot
On my way up I seePlanes tumbling down
Sinking into the clouds
Without making a sound
I wonder why & as I look around
I'm all alone
But I'm a jet pilot
I listen to the sound of my engine
& not to song of the siren
I'm a jet pilot
I listen to the voice from the tower
& not to the voice in my head
This aircraft has eyes like open doors
People have faces that I should ignore
They keep creeping in -
Got to close these doors
Got to keep control
Sometimes it feels like nothing holds me
A puppet on an broken string
Feel like floating out into open space
Feel so free it makes me sing
On my way down I hear my own voice call
It calls my name
But it can't stop the fall
There is no end to that fall
There is no ground
