| Lyrics: | Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the
bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the
bay.
My horse, is a shackled old man,
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't
survey,
The skies, right before,
Right before they went gray,
My horse and my
remorse,
Flying over a great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet
pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet
pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay.
My, source, is the source of all
creation,
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before,
Right
before they go gray,
My source, and my remorse,
Flying over a great bay,
Wired
were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Wired
were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where
were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Where
were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the
bay.
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew
over the bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew
over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew
over the bay,
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew
over the bay. |
