[Intro: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, engines and drum kit, shouted] Wingtip tight Here we go [Verse 1: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, hoarse-throated, driving] Rook flew lead and I flew right wing Eleven years tight as a bolt in a ring Desert at dawn and the sea at dusk Me on his shoulder in the smoke and the dust Then a bird in his intake on a Tuesday in May I was forty feet off when he spun away Hung up my helmet in a box in the hall Swore to his mother that I'm done with it all [Pre-Chorus: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, climbing, louder] But the sky don't care what a grown man swore And the phone kept ringing till I opened the door [Hook: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, belted, full chest] Leave a hole in the sky where he flew Four wide over town and then one breaking through Let the whole county look up and see what's true Leave a hole in the sky where he flew [Verse 2: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, hoarse-throated, faster] Base set the flyover for Saturday noon Four ships in a finger, one leaving too soon Colonel at my door with a key and a nod Said "his trainer's back from the shop, fueled by God" Said "his old jet's waiting and the third slot's yours" I said "I don't fly," he said "then why's your hand on the door?" Pulled my helmet out of the box in the hall Still had his name scratched in it, tiny and small [Hook: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, belted, full chest] Leave a hole in the sky where he flew Four wide over town and then one breaking through Let the whole county look up and see what's true Leave a hole in the sky where he flew [Bridge: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, vertical climb, the solo chases the jet up, the band lets the empty slot ring] Over the chapel, we're wingtip tight Whole town in the lot shading eyes from the light On the mark, I pull, straight up, full burn Leave three in the finger and a gap for his turn Climbing like a prayer that won't touch ground Rook, I'm up here, Rook, look down [Verse 3: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, hoarse-throated, full force] Rolled it to the hangar with my hands still shook His mother on the tarmac holding his logbook Said "you climbed like him," I said "ma'am, I climbed for him" Every hour that he taught me, I gave back to the wind Now I fly on Sundays and I leave his slot clear Wing rocking at the chapel every week of the year [Final Hook: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, belted, full chest, highest] Leave a hole in the sky where he flew Four wide over town and then one breaking through Let the whole county look up and see what's true Leave a hole in the sky where he flew [Outro: Hoarse-throated jet-rock male lead, belted, engines and last chord ring out and fade] Leave a hole in the sky Where he flew [End]
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