Fanfarlo - I'm a pilot

You can’t trust that sand
you’re sleeping in all the time.
You’ll see me on the screen,
through all those other souls that I’ve bought
with this oil.
Mexico says: good night!

The tape machine is bust
from all that spinning round and round.
I’ve scratched all my reels
and bitten all my nails to the bone,
like a stone,
you’ll come back when thrown up
away from the tar
and away from the drills
but kid, I’m a pilot,
it’s all I believe in.
You can ride on my back.

With time on your hands
you spent your mornings down by the tracks.
You had the drivers sign your arms.
My hospitals will welcome you home
like a tomb,
with godmothers aching
to look at your grades
and believe what you say,
but kid, I’m a pilot,
it’s all I believe in.
You can ride on my back.

If I stay in this room
they’ll remember me for my youth.
If I give it all up…

But kid, I’m a pilot,
it’s all I believe in.
You can ride on my back.

Reservoir, Fanfarlo. 2008.