[ Featuring Larry Beckett ]
Are you saying my luck
Will run out
I jaywalk
Where my heart leans, and risk is music
It's useless, like poetry, this gesture
I light out into the wilderness of air
And to validate a dream in a woman's eye
But I'm Air Heart. I let her down, don't
See the cutter, ah, only acres of water
The dazzle at the equator, did we drift
North
I ain't lost but I don't know where I'm at
In the salty morning, I know what's on the line
But la-de-da; in the come what may sun
I go on walking out to the lovely airplane
