Lyrics Airplanes - Jam in the Van, Balto

Airplanes

As a child I looked at airplanes
Learned all their technical names
I never could guess what they’d do
And I spent my youth waiting in airports
Convinced of a purpose
I’m lit up, I’m love, I’m a man
And I’ve rented rooms that change with the seasons
I forget the reasons
The bottom falls out, I’m alone
I hid in the corner, the tanks on parade down below
Looking back homewards, shedding old tears for you
But can I stay with you just for a little while
Been trouble all behind
And lying here beside you
Hell I want to get it right this time
When I make it home I’ll hand out key-chains
And souvenir ashtrays
But I’ll save the full story for you
When I make it home, get a house like my brothers'
And be a good husband
All simple and static and whole
I’ll probably be older, when the fever burns out of my mind
But I gotta tell you, I’m lit-up, I’m filled up and trying