Some Kind Of Jet Pilot Lyrics - Brandtson

Sleepy-eyed 

And bed headed 

Nine a.m., traffic jam 

And I'm late for work again 

There are planes overhead 

People going places 

And I'm dreaming I'm 

On my way with them 

But I just want to be 

Driving through 

Just want to be 

Driving through 

I got my sunglasses and the radio on 

I'm feeling good just like I could 

Roll up my sleeves and take on the world but 

But if the city had its way 

It would swallow me whole 

I won't let it swallow me now 

I just want to be 

Driving through 

Just want to be 

Driving through 

Through the night to be with you 

Or maybe on my way to New York 

Or towards the western sky 

I don't really care, I'd just drive 

Just want to be 

Driving through 

Just want to be 

Driving through 

Just want to be 

Driving through