Jet Pilot lyrics

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 our 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 our great bay