Sky Is Open - The Long Winters

Little airports keep in mind

They got file folders and dry-erase boards

I retired from the air force

Long enough ago to know

The sky is open

I call the tower and draw the line

I’m flying, yes I’m climbing

A better pilot couldn’t find

Even so, even I can only fly so high

The sky is open

In the war I flew the islands

I knew the quiet, it’s pilot science

My propeller tries to find the air

I’m finally the highest bird

The sky is open