Paper Plane Pilot

He rambles trough open fields Sky larks are singing above his crown Gently the hours pass He doesn't need anyone around In his world, nothing is gonna stop him From chasing gracious satellites Away from all the hectic lives Over yonder Waiting for the winds to change he's hiding from the pouring rain And when it's done, soon he'll be gone He lingers mysteriously Where golden blades of grass are swaying Watches the silhouettes As the daylight's slowly fading In his world, nothing is gonna stop him From chasing gracious satellites Away from all the hectic lives Over yonder Waiting for the winds to change he's hiding from the pouring rain And when he's done He takes off on his paper plane From the left to the middle to the right.