She’s a hard, fickle woman woven into my soul,
The way that they say it must be.
When we fight, it is right every day, any night;
When it ends, there is love – I and she.
We don’t lie, we don’t cry, we continually try.
It’s our nature to battle for free.
As you can tell, we’ve done it quite well
As part of a great company.
The truth of the matter, our thunderous clatter
Is a world that few ever see.
You can take me out of my airplane now,
But you can’t take my plane out of me.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
She’s a hard, fickle woman woven into my soul,
The way that they say it must be.
When we fight, it is right every day, any night;
When it ends, there is love – I and she.
We don’t lie, we don’t cry, we continually try.
It’s our nature to battle for free.
As you can tell, we’ve done it quite well
As part of a great company.
The truth of the matter, our thunderous clatter
Is a world that few ever see.
You can take me out of my airplane now,
But you can’t take my plane out of me.
June 24, 2011
O’Fallon, Missouri
