Sky Is Open
John Roderick
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