What does a flyer think of when he's up there in the sky?

Ask any Army pilot and he'll answer with a sigh



While I'm there

In the air

With my head in the clouds

I think of someone I love



And I know

Down below

She is thinking of me

When I am up there above



When the night is clear

And the bombardier

Drops a bomb that's wired for sound



How I yearn

To return

With my head in the clouds

To the one I love on the ground