Boeing 737 作词：Jocelyn Jager Adams, Benjamin Knox Miller, Jeffrey Carl Prystowsky
I was in the air when the towers came down In a bar on the 84th floor I bought Philippe Petit a round And asked what his high wire was for
He said, 'I put one foot on the wire One foot straight into heaven As the prophets entered boldly into the bar On the Boeing 737, Lord, on the Boeing 737'
Hey, little bird, would you be the one To nest beneath my Gatling gun? There's nothing left I call my own Come down and build me a home
I was in a bar when they rigged the towers Trying to leave all my sins
The barmaid asked my order And where my mind had been
I tried to recall the high wire Philippe and his foot there in heaven As the prophets entered boldly into the bar On the Boeing 737, Lord, on the Boeing 737
Hey, little bird, would you be the one To nest beneath my Gatling gun? There's nothing left I call my own So come down and build me a home
Hey, little bird, would you be the one To nest beneath my Gatling gun? There's nothing left I call my own Come down and build me a home