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He was a flyer for the Air Force |
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On a plane from San Antonio |
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I was traveling to London |
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He was going off to Buffalo |
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Changing planes in Pittsburgh |
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We got grounded in a storm |
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Now, I would give anything |
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To be on that flyer's arm |
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We played cards, mostly blackjack |
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As we sat out on the tarmac |
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We sang songs we knew in Spanish |
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As we both loved songs of language |
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He'd heard me on the radio |
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I'd seen the flyers on San Antone |
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Now, I would give anything |
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To have that flyer for my own |
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God bless the flyer |
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Who would be flying home tonight |
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I would give anything |
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To see that flyer, flyin' tonight |
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He said he'd never married |
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Cuz, his heart was in the clouds |
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And I said I was too clumsy |
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That I broke the wings of the loves I found |
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He shouted out his name to me |
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As I ran to make my flight |
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Now, I would give anything |
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To see that flyer, flyin' tonight |
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One year I watched a war in London |
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In the airport leaving London |
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And I wondered if I'd know him |
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If I saw his wings in motion |
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Did I leave my heart in Pittsburgh... |
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In the lightening of that flight? |
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I wish that you could tell me now |
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Will he be flyin' home tonight? |
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God bless the flyer |
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Who would be flying home tonight |
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I would give anything |
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To see that flyer, flyin' tonight |
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God bless the flyer |
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Who would be flying home tonight |
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I would give anything |
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To see that flyer, flyin' tonight |
