I can see the bright line. Of the runway light shine. Coming home tonight. Flight from out the sky. Sitting here in silver wings. Hear the engine stundering. Hanging here so easily. Above the l
I am just a poor boy. Though my story's seldom told,. I have squandered my resistance. For a pocketful of mumbles,. Such are ppromises. All lies and jest. Still, a man hears what he wants to hea
