Is there any touch of madness
In the wind I’m bringing?
Is there any trace of sadness
In the song I’m singing
Not about the hell I came through
Not about the heaven I abandoned
Not at all
Though I’m still crying for it…
Where I came from
Nobody knows and I don’t remember
Where I am going now
Nobody guesses and I have no idea
But I hold the truth I’m a pilot
I’m a pilot of love
And I just didn’t find a sky to fly in
And I’m still searching for it…
Here’s my fate:
Painting pain and not to complain
Here’s my faith…
And I’ve got no words to explain
All I know: it’s hard to believe in
And it’s almost impossible to follow
But here I am
And I’m still standing for it.
There’s a whole lot of madness
In the wind I am bringing
There’s plenty of sadness
In all songs I am singing…
I’m a rock and roll stranger
I’m a pilot of love
And I just didn’t find the sky to fly in
And I’m still searching for it
I’m a broken down angel
I’m a pilot of love
Oh baby, you’re the sky for me to fly in!
Be that sky…
Here I am scorching for it…