Little Airports Keep In Mind
They Got File Folders And Dry-erase Boards
I Retired From The Air Force
Long Enough Ago To Know

The Sky Is Open

I Call The Tower And Draw The Line
I'm Flying, Yes I'm Climbing
A Better Pilot Couldn't Find
Even So, Even I Can Only Fly So High

The Sky Is Open

In The War I Flew The Islands
I Knew The Quiet, It's Pilot Science
My Propeller Tries To Find The Air
I'm Finally The Highest Bird

The Sky Is Open