Little airports keep in mind

they got file folders and dry-erase boards

I retired from the air force

long enough ago to know

the sky is open

I call the tower and draw the line

I'm flying, yes I'm climbing

a better pilot couldn't find

even so, even I can only fly so high

the sky is open

in the war I flew the islands

I knew the quiet, it's pilot science

my propeller tries to find the air

I'm finally the highest bird

the sky is open