text: Riding on the moonpath
  In the silver of the night
  The fragrance on the air
  Was of another time
  I cried in all my innocence
  You were dressed in white
  And even if Id had the strength
  I couldnt move to save my life
  The fear and the thrill
  Of the beast at the window
  The shivers and the chills
  On the hottest of nights
  He walked right through
  My open door
  As I began to run, he threw
  Some gold upon the floor, and said
  Theres plenty more
  Where that came from
  Im tired of the bombs
  Im tired of the bullets
  Im tired of the crazies on TV
  Im the aviator
  A dreams a dream whatever it seems
  I flew along the lighted street
  I flew above the town
  I flew in ever rising cicrcles
  Ever further from the ground
  As I begin to lose my breath
  Printed faxes turn a spin
  A distant corner of the room
  Will open up and let me in
  Im tired of the news
  Im tired of the weather
  Im tired of the same thing every day
  Im the aviator
  A dreams a dream whatever they say