The Golden Age Of Aviation

For argument's sake let's pretend we could stop arguing

Over which of us is wrong and why it isn't you

We're barely awake before your head's up in the clouds again

There's nothing you like more than having nothing much to do

Stood akimbo

Staring out the window at the sky

All afternoon you've been buried in a biography

Of an aviatrix lost at sea, never to be found

Holed up in your room, holding out for an apology

But gravity will get to you eventually

You'll come down from upstairs again

With all those model aeroplanes

And the novelty wore off

When the pilots still wore goggles

But your eyes look skywards

And your mind still boggles

I'm going grey but you look younger than a year ago

When you put your hair in pigtails and you put your hand in mine

We'll be OK - I'm happy when you're here

But oh, your smile can seem as far away as once upon a time

You can't help it

Hopelessly nostalgic

A passing interest in the past

But I think it's going to last a little longer

I'll hold on to your hand as tightly as I can

But modelling glue is stronger

The novelty wore off

When the pilots still wore goggles

But your eyes look skywards

And your mind still boggles

Through frequent flyers' disappointments and disasters

The golden age of aviation never lost its lustre