Flying Machine
When I was still growing up
We'd go to the spotters lot, and
Watch these machines of
Windows and wings
We'd sit in dad's Fairlane Ford
On a Lambert Field service road
As they glided in
On thundering wind
Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Flying machine
So I got a job building planes
Forging and fitting and frame
Titanium gear
Carbon and tear
A lighter-than-air spell
Engine and air shell
Stringers and skin
Defeating the wind
Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Flying machine
We take it for granted
The moment we've landed
We were asleep up in the sky
Eight miles high
You'd think we were gods
Angels that fly
Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Flying machine
Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Magical dragon that somebody dreamed
Flying machine
Writer/s: James Cotton
