If I could be an airplane,
I’d be a high wing for sure
so I could pull Gs, then dive real fast
and then pull back up for more–
My engine would growl, oh hear the Sound!
My troubles would stay firmly on the ground….
I would soar way high above the clouds, – look’in right into the sun
wearing my Aviators– until the day was done-
and then I’d turn on my instrument panel so I could fly at night-
and watch the planets and far away stars, you’ve never seen such a sight–
I’d break through layers of atmosphere, kiss the Skye and then–
I’d land, refuel, taxi on out, and Yes!
I’d do it again…
–for the real Skye