Some Kind of Jet Pilot - Brandtson

Sleepy eyed and bed headed

Nine a.m. traffic jam and I’m late for work again

There are planes overhead and people going places

And I’m dreaming I’m on my way with them

I just want to be driving through

I got my sunglasses and the radio on

I’m feeling good

Just like I could roll up my sleeves and take on the world

But if this city had its way

It would swallow me whole

I won’t let it swallow me

I just want to be driving through the night to be with you

Or maybe on my way to New York

Or toward the western sky

I don’t really care

I’d just drive