Текст песни Little Plane

They say it's all like a little plane Just flying again in a room full of pain I would run away with your manners Your questions and your answers I am a man who thinks That someone must have a choice To be what he wants, drive his car Make his own story up I am a man Who's flying on the path In a little plane It's carrying me There's so many things I'm lost in my thoughts Why are we here? Why tomorrow? I'm backing up my friends like a band of wolves Take care of them like a mother hen You're alone, come to my plane There's a place for honest men I am a man Who's flying on the path And there's a lot of space for all my friends But absolutely none for all I hate Little by myself to keep calm And stay all my pain