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 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 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