Songtext zu ' The Pilot ' von Lauren O'Connell

It was early spring above Lyon
The lights like prayers all scattered and thrown
And whipping by your ears to something bigger

Past deadly aims from the Krauts' elite
The wife at home with a rosary
And a heavenly voice
A cross-hair to a trigger

Didn't know what he told those stories for
About the only blind pilot in the second great war
And when he'd reached then end
Well he'd say: That man was me

And he claimed that he was guided by
A Kamikaze man who never wanted to die
So he sought redemption
As a ghost in a righteous ear

Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
It's loud and clear

And I dare not speak of the hand of God
But he took more fire than a lightning rod
And escaped unscathed just ready-made for battle

And his fate was sealed
With the medals and fame
But at four o'clock lurked a foe untamed
And his comrade spoke
As the engine began to rattle
My friend you fly alone tonight
For I'm being called by a great white light
One that's far too pure for living eyes

But he claimed he saw that light as well
As clear as a gun and as sharp as a bell
And he crashed real soft in a field north of Bordeaux
Going home, going home, going home
Don't send me home

So he stumbled out
With his broken soul
And he broke his leg in a rabbit hole
That snuck up quick on idle eyes and a heavy heart

They found him there after three long days
A farmer was tending to a bale of hay
And the pilot cried, because he was afraid of the dark

Didn't know what he told those stories for
About the only blind pilot in the second great war
And when he'd reached then end
Well he'd say: That man was me

Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
It's loud and clear

Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
It's loud and clear