The Skywriter Lyrics

I handed him a paper

thick white lines of vapor

will get that message through

he climbs into his airplane

speeds off from the start lane

the praise is overdue



above this town from side to side

the letters spreads out open wide

hope she sees the writer in the sky



but maybe it's a mindless spree

my place on her scale is make-believe

guess I've always been a bit naïve



the pilot makes a last spin

heads off, disappearing

into the blue and gray

the job for now is over

feeling fairly sober

although it's Saturday



the loneliness is such a weight

so sick of love he's paid to state

humming "Time Has Told Me" by Nick Drake



feels much too ashamed to say

like vapor trails his heart turns gray

so afraid he too might fade away