The Pilot Lyrics

Send another letter to remind me to be kind in regards

Pass another carry on and find my way back to the car

Seatbelt tight another flight another day in the blue

Kansas to Mexico and back to the hotel for some news

Its the pilot and the paper planes aren't flying

Its the pilot and the golden gates aren't flying

Its the pilot and his paper planes

Race around the terminal to find Don's departing zone

When I'm in range call my baby if I pass a payphone

Once so pure and not so cold oh could you spare that winter joke, take me out on a boat to get away from all this smoke

Its the pilot and the paper planes aren't flying

Its the pilot and the golden gates aren't flying

Its the pilot and his paper planes