Pilot (Ian Thomas)

One by one they disappeared The minds of science, the nation's leaders To meet again at destination Sweating in their seats, anticipation On the salt flats of Nevada All those who mattered waited for the word Oh oh Pilot, woah oh pilot This paradise is lost forever Oh oh Pilot, woah oh Pilot We place our trust in the flyer To deliver us from the fire We have made Thru the porthole panic stricken Humanity had been forsaken The door secured, the cry was distant But the scratching fingers grew persistent On the salt flats of Nevada All those who mattered waited for the word Oh oh Pilot, woah oh pilot This paradise is lost forever Oh oh Pilot, woah oh Pilot We place our trust in the flyer To deliver us from the fire We have made Pilot, woah oh pilot We place our trust in the flyer To deliver us from the fire We have made