Pete Brown & Piblokto! Aeroplane Head Woman
She stands on the clifftop with tears in her eyes
She longs for the moon to wash flames from the skies
She doesn't look for the thrill of a kill
There was only one, he came from the Sun
Pilot of her dreams rides her searchlight beams
She sits in the city with wings on her mind
She waits for the birdman who left her behind
He had to fly almost straight into hate
There is only one though the race is run
Pilot of her love feels him far above
She waits at the airport with hope in her heart
She listens for Spitfires' engines to start
She hopes that he's near though it's been 30 years
She's got a photograph taken for a laugh
All the boys in blue hope their aim was true