The Aviator

<br>Riding on the moonpath<br>in the silver of the night<br>The fragrance on the air<br>was of another time<br>I cried in all my innocence<br>you were dressed in white<br>and even if I`d had the strength<br>I couldn`t move to save my life <br><br>The fear and the thrill<br>of the beast at the window<br>The shivers and the chills<br>on the hottest of nights<br>he walked right through<br>my open door<br>As I began to run, he threw<br>some gold upon the floor, and said<br>There`s plenty more<br>where that came from <br><br>I`m tired of the bombs<br>I`m tired of the bullets<br>I`m tired of the crazies on TV<br>I`m the aviator<br>A dream`s a dream whatever it seems <br><br>I flew along the lighted street<br>I flew above the town<br>I flew in ever rising cicrcles<br>ever further from the ground<br>As I begin to lose my breath<br>printed faxes turn a spin<br>A distant corner of the room<br>will open up and let me in <br><br>I`m tired of the news<br>I`m tired of the weather<br>I`m tired of the same thing every day<br>I`m the aviator<br>A dream`s a dream whatever they say