Al Stewart - Flying Sorcery lyrics

With your photographs of Kitty Hawk And the biplanes on your wall You were always Amy Johnson From the time that you were small. No schoolroom kept you grounded While your thoughts could get away You were taking off in Tiger Moths, Your wings against the brush strokes of day. Are you there? On the tarmac with the winter in your hair, By the empty hangar doors you stop and stare, Leave the oil drums behind you, they won't care Oh, are you there? You wrapped me up in a leather coat And you took me for a ride We were drifting with the tailwind When the runway came in sight The clouds came up to gather us And the co*kpit turned to white When I looked the sky was empty I suppose you never saw the landing lights Are you there? In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear Caught up in the slipstream of a dare, The compa** rose will guide you anywhere, Oh, are you there? The sun comes up on Icarus as the night birds sail away And lights the maps and diagrams That Leonardo makes You can see faith, hope and charity As they bank above the fields You can join the flying circus You can touch the morning air against your wheels Are you there? Do you have a thought for me that you can share? I never thought you'd take me unawares, Just call me if you need repairs- Oh, are you there?