He Flies a Jet - Britta Persson

Pilot, pilot put me down gently

It’s important I make it back in one piece

I might have told you differently

Last time you were taking me

Circumstances are new

And just like you he flies a jet

The Atlantic Ocean comes in black with a history

Traveling in slow-motion watching film on tiny screens

The plot does not catch my interest like reality

And there’s no trace of my indifference to what is going to be

Pilot, pilot look at me

I got some place I need to be

Think big — this might be it

Straight ahead a few more hours

All of your horsepower struggling to take me to him

My private pilot he flies a jet

The Atlantic Ocean comes in black with a history

Traveling in slow-motion watching film on tiny screens

The plot does not catch my interest like reality does

And there’s no trace of my indifference to what is going to be