Aviator

Helicopter, rollercoaster.
Taxi cab, or limosine.
Pickup truck, or space ship,
Could you find me some more gasoline?

And oh, I’m searching through the years.
And oh, I’m still searching for my tears.
Always runnin’, both feet on the ground.
Now nobody’s gonna weigh me down.
Because I am flying, on a paper airplane.
To Jupiter or Mercury. No parachute could save me now,
I’m where I want to be. 
 
I’m an Aviator singing my song.
I’m an Aviator, I got my sunglasses on.
Aviator, I’ve been silent through the years,
In the atmosphere, I’ve been in the
Atmosphere, for all these years.

New York, you look a lot like
Mexico.
All the pretty faces that
Nobody really knows.
Isn’t it all just make-up?
It’s make-up and make-believe.

And oh, I’m still searching through the years.
And oh, I’m still searching for my tears.
And all the faces, they’re so pretty.
And the camouflage, it’s melting away.
It’s so beautiful. I think it’s gonna rain.

But now I’m flying, on a paper airplane.
To Jupiter or Mercury. No parachute can save me now,
I’m where I want to be. 

I’m an Aviator singing my song.
I’m an Aviator, I got my sunglasses on.
Aviator, I’ve been silent through the years,
In the atmosphere, I’ve been in the
Atmosphere, for all these years.

Sunglasses on, sunglasses on,
Sunglasses on for all these years.
Sunglasses on, sunglasses on,
Sunglasses on in the atmosphere.
Sunglasses on, sunglasses on,
Sunglasses on to hide these tears.