The Pilot

It was early spring above Lyon

The lights like prayers all scattered and thrown

And whipping by your ears to something bigger

Past deadly aims from the Krauts' elite

The wife at home with a rosary

And a heavenly voice

A cross-hair to a trigger

Didn't know what he told those stories for

About the only blind pilot in the second great war

And when he'd reached then end

Well he'd say: That man was me

And he claimed that he was guided by

A Kamikaze man who never wanted to die

So he sought redemption

As a ghost in a righteous ear

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

It's loud and clear

And I dare not speak of the hand of God

But he took more fire than a lightning rod

And escaped unscathed just ready-made for battle

And his fate was sealed

With the medals and fame

But at four o'clock lurked a foe untamed

And his comrade spoke

As the engine began to rattle

My friend you fly alone tonight

For I'm being called by a great white light

One that's far too pure for living eyes

But he claimed he saw that light as well

As clear as a gun and as sharp as a bell

And he crashed real soft in a field north of Bordeaux

Going home, going home, going home

Don't send me home

So he stumbled out

With his broken soul

And he broke his leg in a rabbit hole

That snuck up quick on idle eyes and a heavy heart

They found him there after three long days

A farmer was tending to a bale of hay

And the pilot cried, because he was afraid of the dark

Didn't know what he told those stories for

About the only blind pilot in the second great war

And when he'd reached then end

Well he'd say: That man was me

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

It's loud and clear

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

It's loud and clear