He walks in quiet flight suit grey
Checks the thrusters starts the day
Light hits the attic window pane
Golden spill on dusty plane
Thruster dawn burns the glass clean
Pilot watches engine keen
Attic window catches fire
Morning lifts the heavy wire
Wipes a hand on oily rag
Reads the dials no need to brag
Sun climbs higher cuts the gloom
Attic dust becomes perfume
Thruster dawn burns the glass clean
Pilot watches engine keen
Attic window catches fire
Morning lifts the heavy wire
Radio crackles static low
Coordinates ready to go
Window frame holds the burning gold
Story of a life retold
Thruster dawn burns the glass clean
Pilot watches engine keen
Attic window catches fire
Morning lifts the heavy wire
Grease and coffee runway lights
Different worlds same early nights
He lifts off I flip the sign
Both chasing dawn yours and mine
Attic empty window bare
Thrusters roar cut the morning air
Coffee pours the regulars cheer
Another dawn another year
Thruster dawn burns the glass clean
Pilot watches engine keen
Attic window catches fire
Morning lifts the heavy wire
Thruster dawn thruster dawn
Vinyl seat holds the lingering heat
Day shift starts on the quiet street