Can you build me a Skyhawk* with the grace of a dove? Can you draw me a map without any lines? We are lonely strands twisted together dears We are threads in an intricate design
People used to talk as a way of remembering Just a few lonely pictures, mostly of holidays But I've got a mind full of photographs I have a mind full of elegant machines
Hey my friends, I always knew I'd be famous someday and now you're all singing about me I guess that's famous enough Hey my friends, don't worry, I'm on the horizon ‘Cause I'm not a deep sea diver, I'm an airplane man
Roll me back to the top and I'm just a curious boy Fill my old wooden rowboat up with sand One more time around the mulberry tree One more sunset over Lake Michigan Yeah, me and my old man, back in the balsa days Cigar in his mouth, glue on my hands Well, I'm not much different from that curious boy Yeah I have always been an airplane man
Hey my friends, I always knew I'd be famous someday and now you're all singing about me I guess that's famous enough Hey my friends, don't worry I'm on the horizon ‘Cause I'm not a deep sea diver, I'm an airplane man
Hey my friends, don't worry I'm up in the sky 'Cause I never was a railroad guy, I'm an airplane man I'm an airplane man
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