Pilot - Ian Thomas, Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

One by one they disappeared

The minds of science, the nation’s leaders

To meet again at destination

Sweating in their seats, anticipation

On the salt flats of Nevada

All those who mattered waited for the word

Oh oh Pilot, woah oh pilot

This paradise is lost forever

Oh oh Pilot, woah oh Pilot

We place our trust in the flyer

To deliver us from the fire

We have made

Through the porthole panic stricken

Humanity had been forsaken

The door secured, the cry was distant

But the scratching fingers grew persistent

On the salt flats of Nevada

All those who mattered waited for the word

Oh oh Pilot, woah oh pilot

This paradise is lost forever

Oh oh Pilot, woah oh Pilot

We place our trust in the flyer

To deliver us from the fire

We have made

Pilot, woah oh pilot

We place our trust in the flyer

To deliver us from the fire

We have made