Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
My horse is a shackled old man
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot?
Her, discourse is that we all don't survey
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
My horse and my remorse flying over a great bay
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
The skies, right before, right before they go gray
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
The skies, right before, right before they went gray
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
My source, and my remorse flying over a great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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?
My source is the source of all creation
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
