Pilot
(original)
I can ease back in my seat The hardest part is done A thousand afternoons marked lost or won Sarge lives large in the front row Suckin' scotch and sodas down 'Til a buddy asks If the choice was his Would Sarge leave his home town and Do it all again? Pilot eats While the rest of us defeat The evil empire of the skies Pilot yawns and rubs his eyes I ask why he's not smiling When his boys are flying back (And) is he sleeping better now, in fact? Sarge stands right to his full height He ignores the seatbelt light He won't take stupid questions Half the night Pilot sleeps While the rest of us repeat The weaving motion he describes Right is left and ears are eyes We are good and they are bad x3 I wrote it down for you in black and white I don’t care for your uniform Or how you shake our hands after we land We were the human line in the sand We were good Samaritans with pocket Bibles tied to M-16s We’re just 18 Pilot dreams Of neapolitan ice cream (red, white and brown) While we contemplate his plight How he slept through half the flight Pilot wakes As the plane he’s flying takes A sharp right turn above the town Pilot can’t make up from down
Music: Steve Zimmers, Rick Karr
Lyrics: Rick Karr, Steve Zimmers
Vocals: Rick Karr
Backing Vocals: Steve Zimmers
Programming: Steve Zimmers
Guitars: Rick Karr
Bass: Rick Karr
“Samaritans” stolen from Rob Eddy
