Sleepy eyed and bed headed.
Traffic jam and I'm late for work again.
There are planes overhead and people going places.
And I'm dreaming I'm on my way with them.
I just want to be driving through.
I got my sunglasses and the radio on.
I'm feeling good.
Just like I could roll up my sleeves and take on the world.
But if this city had its way.
It would swallow me whole.
I won't let it swallow me.
I just want to be driving through the night to be with you.
Or maybe on my way to new york.
Or toward the western sky.
I don't really care.
I'd just drive.
Some Kind Of Jet Pilot Lyrics