Little airports keep in mind 
they got file folders and dry-erase boards 
I retired from the air force 
long enough ago to know 

the sky is open 

I call the tower and draw the line 
I'm flying, yes I'm climbing 
a better pilot couldn't find 
even so, even I can only fly so high 

the sky is open 

in the war I flew the islands 
I knew the quiet, it's pilot science 
my propeller tries to find the air 
I'm finally the highest bird 

the sky is open