Morning sun reflecting off the wings of an airplane
That is slowly pulling away from that little black lane;
Leaving this cruel world for the peace of the open sky.
It climbs higher and higher, never looking back, and not saying good-bye.
Away it flies until it you can no longer see.
Lost in the moment, I wish that on that plane was me.
Where is it going? I do not know.
The pilot says Destination Unknown.
A journey to a far away place so grand?
Or maybe this plane will never land.
Soar with the birds, be a neighbor to the sun
A new life amongst the clouds will have begun.
Tip toeing on the moon or dancing on a star
Don't you worry about me, I won't be too far.
Be still and hear my voice in the wind,
And with each breeze - feel the brush of my skin.
Keep that smile on your face - don't ever get blue,
Because on the wing of the plane I sit watching over you.
