Chris Pureka - Airplane Man lyrics

Can you build me a Skyhawk with
The grace of a dove?
Can you draw me a map without any lines?

We are lonely strands twisted together dears
We are threads in an intricate design

People used to talk as a way of remembering
Just a few lonely pictures
Mostly of holidays

But, I’ve got a mind full of photographs
I have a mind full of elegant machines
Hey my friends, I always knew I’d be famous
Someday and now you’re all singing about me
I guess that’s famous enough

Hey my friеnds, don’t worry
I’m on the horizon
‘cause I’m not a deep sea divеr
I’m an airplane man

Roll me back to the top and
I’m just a curious boy
Fill my old wooden rowboat up with sand
One more time around the mulberry tree

One more sunset over Lake Michigan
Yeah, me and my old man, back in
The balsa days…Cigar in his mouth
Glue on my hands

Well, I’m not much different
From that curious boy
Yeah I have always been an airplane man

Hey my friends, I always knew I’d be famous
Someday, and now you’re all singing about me
I guess that’s famous enough

Hey my friends, don’t worry
I’m on the horizon
‘cause I’m not a deep sea diver
I’m an airplane man

Hey my friends, don’t worry I’m up in the
Sky, ‘cause I never was a railroad guy
I’m an airplane man

I’m an airplane man
Can you build me a skyhawk with
The grace of a dove?