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