One, two One, two, three, four ♪ Hanging at the airplane hangar I can't face the funeral hangover I don't know why I even try I should know I can never cry Can't go to the cemetery Break bread over your body Should I bare my soul to strangers When I never bared my soul to you? Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta start up the airplane I've got to get away from here Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta put me back in the sky Where I'll be closer to you Feeling like a coward I don't wanna see flowers growing on you But they'll send a car to meet me As soon as they know I'm here I don't know the reason why I already said goodbye Shouldn't have to do it in public Or am I just rationalizing? Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta start up the airplane I've got to get away from here Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta put me back in the sky Where I'll be closer to you Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta start up the airplane I've got to get away from here Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta put me back in the sky I've got to get away from here Gonna get so high up in the sky I'm gonna get so high, gonna forget you died Gonna get so high up in the sky I'm gonna get so high, gonna forget you died