i am just a pilot
searchin for friendly land
frozen in a lonely cockpit
the radio plays a song i understand:
“the loneliest being
you are a king
you are a king”
hey hey now
hey what was that?
i’ve flown all around the world
but i can’t sing
they are the kings
they are the kings
they are the kings
changing winds, lonely days
if i could wish them all away
i’d bring this plane down
radio, radio, radio
do i see a new horizon?
the music clears the fortress
and sails above money
big guns take their shots
the radio says they cannot touch my wings
am i a king? (braving history)
am i a king? (claiming majesty)
am i a king?
and then he said
“don’t waste your song
but if no one sings along
you’re still a king
you are a king
we are the kings"
changing winds, lonely days
if i could wish them all away
i’d bring this plane down
radio, radio, radio
do i see a new horizon?
i was once a pilot
claiming all my land
braving history
claiming majesty
i am a king
you are a king
we are the kings