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 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

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

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
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

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