[Chorus]
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
[Verse 1]
My horse
Is a shackled old man
His, his remorse
Was that he couldn't survey
The skies, right before
Right before they went grey
My horse
And my remorse
Flying over a great bay
[Chorus]
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
[Verse 2]
My source
Is the source of all creation
Her discourse
Is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before
Right before they go grey
My source
And my remorse
Flying over a great bay
[Chorus]
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay