Oh Jesse I´d like to be
One of those men up on the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris
Serving pernod and kahlua with cream

You can see it, I know
All the doors have been closed in my face
And the drinks at the Casbah
´Bout a mile or more from the place

And oh Jesse won´t you look at the planes, tell me
Oh Jesse is it true what they say
There´s a capital ´G´ in the name of the game
The runway´s the home of my silver grey plane
Oh won´t you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jesse aren´t those wings just fine
Don´t it make you wanna fly
Someday

Why friend am I so still
Tied to my job with time to kill

Do I still bear the traces of my old Don Quixote
Tilting giants on imaginary hills

And oh Jesse won´t you look at the planes, tell me
Oh Jesse is it true what they say
There´s a capitol ´G´ in the name of the game
The runway´s the home of my silver grey plane
Oh won´t you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jesse aren´t those wings just fine
Don´t it make you wanna fly
Someday

Oh won´t you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jesse aren´t those wings just fine
Don´t it make you wanna fly

Someday