I got your dreams completely
I've got them locked away
That doesn't mean I own you
Or control a hair of your sweet head

I won't leave you to suffer
I won't let them prevail
I know a trap door, short cut
Gate into the wilds of the free air

Lying here in the sweet Sahara
Thousand miles to the nearest problem
I see you sleep, it's amazingly sweet
I will keep you safe
I'll be your pilot

It's tough to become a grown up
Put it off while you can
I tell you that when you land in the real world
It's like quick sand

Grabbing for what is owed you (grabbing for what is owed you)
Crying for what is gone (crying for what is gone)
Playing the game to look and feel and think the same
As your next child

Lying here in the sweet Sahara
Thousand miles to the nearest problem
I see you sleep, it's amazingly sweet
I will keep you safe
I'll be your pilot

Lying here with a busted engine
Sun and sky and the sound of silence
I feel your presence
No, it doesn't make sense
You can sign me up
I'll be your pilot

Lying here in the sweet Sahara
Thousand miles to the nearest problem
I see you sleep, it's amazingly sweet
I will keep you safe
I'll be your pilot

Lying here with a busted engine
Sun and sky and the sound of silence
I feel your presence
No, it doesn't make sense
You can sign me up
I'll be your pilot

Copyright: Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): Christopher Thomas Geddes, Richard William Colburn, Robert Michael Kildea, Sarah Ann Martin, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch