James Dean Cotton - Flying Machine Lyrics

When I was still growing up
We'd go to the spotters lot, and
Watch these machines of
Windows and wings

We'd sit in dad's Fairlane Ford
On a Lambert Field service road
As they glided in
On thundering wind

Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Flying machine

So I got a job building planes
Forging and fitting and frame
Titanium gear
Carbon and tear

A lighter-than-air spell
Engine and air shell
Stringers and skin
Defeating the wind

Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Flying machine

We take it for granted
The moment we've landed
We were asleep up in the sky
Eight miles high
You'd think we were gods
Angels that fly

Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Flying machine

Flying machine
Flying machine
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen
Magical dragon that somebody dreamed

Flying machine