Venice beach, crowded coffee shop, alone i sit empty my third cup,
 flirting with Dolores-waitress i can't tip told me she's a [bad word] she's gotta funky lip...
well i'm not here-i'm missing out again...
i'm spacing out, i need a brake again...

Pilot John laughing from the sky, flying high....
Pilot John take me for a spin one more time. 

Pilot John in San Francisco sky, feeling sharp, getting really high, looking at the ground checking out his gear watching for the mountains thinking of his beer, well i wanna fly, but i'm stuck here on the ground, well i wanna fly-and never [bad word] down.