(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
Heroes and heroines are scarcer than they've ever been
So much more to lose than win the distance never greater
Way back when you made history by flying planes across the sea
Embarking on your odyssey
You put away the danger
Heaven bless the one who flies
A pioneer on frontier skies
The world was dark and your only mark
Was the light of the northern star
I imagine what was in your eyes
The seeds of rust and days gone by
Your wings hang in a gallery sky I wonder how you're flying
Way out on the western plains
The snow drifts high and the dust wind burns
The chinooks blow their winds