Text: Widespread Panic. Airplane.

Sittin' around, waiting for an airplane
Don't know how to fly, but that's okay
Got me a pilot, she's going my way
If she's got wings, if she's got wings


Sittin' around, waiting for the mailman
I don't how he could be so slow
My good friend said you wrote me a letter
Must have been a year ago


Well, I've got a feeling
That I should be leaving on


Sittin' around, watching the rainfall
I don't know how it could rain so long
They say the ocean, she is a woman
Who waits for her man to come home


Well, I've got a feeling
That I should be leaving on



Well, I've got a feeling
That I should be leaving on
Well, I've got a feeling
That I should be leaving on
Well, I've got a feeling
That I should be leaving on
Well, I've got a feeling
That I should be leaving


Sittin' around, waiting for an airplane
Don't know how to fly, but that's okay
I got me a pilot, she's going my way
If she's got wings, if she's got wings
If she's got wings, if she's got wings
If she's got wings, if she's got wings