My Own Cessna


One day, I want my own Cessna
Oh, I don’t want to fly it
I just want to sit in it and dream of true freedom
I want to live up where the eagles live
Beyond the reach of the ground demons
Yet still a part of this beautiful world
With my own Cessna,
I can see everybody from above
Then I’ll know who’s faking and who really cares
I can see danger coming before it gets here
I can keep my eye on the big picture,
Instead of panicking over close up injuries
That’s if I had my own Cessna
Oh, I don’t want to fly it
I just want to sit in it and dream of true freedom

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