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 skies right before, right before they went grey

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 grey

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

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