Younger Man

I don't have a plan to get us home And this story's getting old But I never have to let it go 'Cause I never had a hold No I never had a hold I don't even know the reason why We were holding on to hope Even cranes will take the chance to fly Just to be alone Forever flying to their home Hey Joh How could you know I had another plan Oh me I long to be the willing younger man Side by side we felt the summer air Under wings of blue and gold Flying solo into winter skies Trying to buy back what I sold But the pilot's getting old Hey Joh How could you know I had another plan Oh me I long to be the willing younger man I don't have a plan to get us home And this story's getting old