Mark Szabo - Pilots
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{Verse 1}
Bless the pilots lying on their beds
And dreaming of the days ahead
Say a prayer for those whose
Home is going somewhere
Bless the sky and bless the tower
Bless hot coffee on the hour
Bless the instruments which
Guide them high above
Say a prayer for those whose
Work is what they love
{Verse 2}
A day of sunsets and storms
Drunken men in uniform
As a favor to a friend
One takes the friend
Now they pause at thе curb
Think of home as a verb
Hail a cab and give thе address
They've been given
Say a prayer for those
Who travel for a living
{Verse 1}
Bless the pilots lying on their beds
And dreaming of the days ahead
Say a prayer for those whose
Home is going somewhere
Bless the sky and bless the tower
Bless hot coffee on the hour
Bless the instruments which
Guide them high above
Say a prayer for those whose
Work is what they love
{Verse 1}
Bless the pilots lying on their beds
And dreaming of the days ahead
Say a prayer for those whose
Home is going somewhere
Bless the sky and bless the tower
Bless hot coffee on the hour
Bless the instruments which
Guide them high above
Say a prayer for those whose
Work is what they love
{Verse 2}
A day of sunsets and storms
Drunken men in uniform
As a favor to a friend
One takes the friend
Now they pause at thе curb
Think of home as a verb
Hail a cab and give thе address
They've been given
Say a prayer for those
Who travel for a living
{Verse 1}
Bless the pilots lying on their beds
And dreaming of the days ahead
Say a prayer for those whose
Home is going somewhere
Bless the sky and bless the tower
Bless hot coffee on the hour
Bless the instruments which
Guide them high above
Say a prayer for those whose
Work is what they love