Planes — текст песни (Elton John)

Oh Jessie I`d like to be
One of those men upon the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris
Serving Pernot and Kalua with cream

You can see it I know
All the doors have been closed in my face
And the drinks at the Casbah
Run a mile or more from this place

And oh Jessie won`t you look at the planes
Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they
That there`s a capital G in the name of the game
And the runway`s a home for my silver-red plane

And won`t you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jessie ain`t those wings just fine
Don`t it make you want to fly someday

Why friend am I so still
Tied to my job with time to kill
Do I still bear the traces of old Don Quixote
Tilting giants on imaginary hills