Balto - Airplanes lyrics

As a child I looked at airplanes Learned all their technical names I never could guess what they'd do And I spent my youth waiting in airports Convinced of a purpose I'm lit up, I'm love, I'm a man And I've rented rooms that change with the seasons I forget the reasons The bottom falls out, I'm alone I hid in the corner, the tanks on parade down below Looking back homewards, shedding old tears for you But can I stay with you just for a little while Been trouble all behind And lying here beside you Hell I want to get it right this time When I make it home I'll hand out key-chains And souvenir ashtrays But I'll save the full story for you When I make it home, get a house like my brothers' And be a good husband All simple and static and whole I'll probably be older, when the fever burns out of my mind But I gotta tell you, I'm lit-up, I'm filled up and trying