Riding on the moonpath
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In the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air
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Was of another time
I cried in all my innocence
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You were dressed in white
even if I'd had the strength
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I couldn't move to save my life
The fear and the thrill
Of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills
On the hottest of nights
he walked right through my open door
as I began to run, he threw
Some gold upon the floor, and said
There's plenty more where that came from
I'm tired of the bombs,
Tired of the bullets
I'm the aviator
a dream's a dream whatever it seems,
Whatever it seems
I flew along the lighted streets
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising circles
ever further from the ground
as I begin to lose my breath
Printed faxes turn a spin
a distant corner of the room
Will open up and let me in
I'm tired of the news
I'm tired of the weather
I'm the aviator
a dream's a dream whatever they say,
Whatever they say
I flew along the lighted streets
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising circles
ever further from the ground
I cried in all my innocence
You were dressed in white
and even if I'd had the strength
I couldn't move to save my life
I'm tired of the bombs,
Tired of the bullets,
Tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
a dream's a dream whatever it seems
I'm tired of the news,
Tired of the weather,
Tired of the same things every day
I'm the aviator
a dream's a dream whatever they say,
Whatever they say