What does a flyer think of when he’s up there in the sky?
Ask any Army pilot and he’ll answer with a sigh
While I’m there in the air
With my head in the clouds
I think of someone I love
And I know down below
She is thinking of me When I am up there above
When the night is clear
And the bombardier
Drops a bomb that’s wired for sound
How I yearn to return
With my head in the clouds
To the one I love on the ground