John Wesley Harding - Window Seat Lyrics
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Window Seat
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What Are The Lyrics For Window Seat By John Wesley Harding?
I was bought on by my mother as her carry-on
She had me in the toilet when the seat-belt sign was on I crawled up to the captain down the other end I hid under the seats that's where I played pretend And I ate the wild pretzel and the nuts that fell And the screech of brakes was all I knew for my schoolbell And I know I've got the whole world at my feet In my window seat I learned to eat the sweet, I learned to swallow hard I learned to ease the pressure with free playing cards Spent my teenage setting off all of the smoke alarms Then running down the alley saying ";please stay calm"; Met the girl in 7B, we tried to settle down But we couldn't reach the aisle before we hit the ground And I know I've got the whole world at my feet In my window seat And now the sisters of the sky think I'm deaf and dumb As I wait around for upgrades that will never come But I know that we will one day sit on his right hand Be his automatic pilot when this plane must land And the stewardess of Babylon will spread her arms And show us all a thing or two about her charms We'll be tempted by the devil with the magic wand He'll make us stand with arms outstretched then wave us on Into the great beyond (our boarding passes gone) And I know I've got the whole world at my feet In my window seat |
Who Wrote Window Seat By John Wesley Harding?
John Wesley Harding
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