Colin Blunstone

Oh Jesse Id like to be
One of those men up on the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris
Serving pernod and kahlua with cream
You can see it, I know
All the doors have been closed in my face
And the drinks at the Casbah
Bout a mile or more from the place
And oh Jesse wont you look at the planes, tell me
Oh Jesse is it true what they say
Theres a capital G in the name of the game
The runways the home of my silver grey plane
Oh wont you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jesse arent those wings just fine
Dont it make you wanna fly
Someday
Why friend am I so still
Tied to my job with time to kill
Do I still bear the traces of my old Don Quixote
Tilting giants on imaginary hills
And oh Jesse wont you look at the planes, tell me
Oh Jesse is it true what they say
Theres a capitol G in the name of the game
The runways the home of my silver grey plane
Oh wont you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jesse arent those wings just fine
Dont it make you wanna fly
Someday
Oh wont you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jesse arent those wings just fine
Dont it make you wanna fly
Someday
[ Planes Lyrics ]