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