I don’t have a plan to get us home
And this story’s getting old
But I never have to let it go
‘Cause I never had a hold
No I never had a hold

I don’t even know the reason why
We were holding on to hope
Even cranes will take the chance to fly
Just to be alone
Forever flying to their home

Hey Joh
How could you know I had another plan
Oh me
I long to be the willing younger man

Side by side we felt the summer air
Under wings of blue and gold
Flying solo into winter skies
Trying to buy back what I sold
But the pilot’s getting old