What does a flyer think of when he's up there in the sky? Ask any Army pilot and he'll answer with a sigh While I'm there In the air With my head in the clouds I think of someone I love And I know Down below She is thinking of me When I am up there above When the night is clear And the bombardier Drops a bomb that's wired for sound How I yearn To return With my head in the clouds To the one I love on the ground
