Planes

Oh Jesse I'd like to be One of those men up on the screen With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris Serving pernod and kahlua with cream You can see it, I know All the doors have been closed in my face And the drinks at the Casbah 'Bout a mile or more from the place And oh Jesse won't you look at the planes, tell me Oh Jesse is it true what they say There's a capital 'G' in the name of the game The runway's the home of my silver grey plane Oh won't you look at the planes Riding down the skyway Jesse aren't those wings just fine Don't it make you wanna fly Someday Why friend am I so still Tied to my job with time to kill Do I still bear the traces of my old Don Quixote Tilting giants on imaginary hills And oh Jesse won't you look at the planes, tell me Oh Jesse is it true what they say There's a capitol 'G' in the name of the game The runway's the home of my silver grey plane Oh won't you look at the planes Riding down the skyway Jesse aren't those wings just fine Don't it make you wanna fly Someday Oh won't you look at the planes Riding down the skyway Jesse aren't those wings just fine Don't it make you wanna fly Someday