Lyrics The Aviator - Deep Purple

Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air was of another time
I cried in all my innocence you were dressed in white
And even if I'd had the strength I couldn't move to save my life
The fear and the thrill of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills on the hottest of nights
He walked right through my open door
As I began to run, he threw some gold upon the floor, and said
There's plenty more where that came from
I'm tired of the bombs
I'm tired of the bullets
I'm tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems
I flew along the lighted street
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising cicrcles ever further from the ground
As I begin to lose my breath printed faxes turn a spin
A distant corner of the room will open up and let me in
I'm tired of the news
I'm tired of the weather
I'm tired of the same thing every day
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever they say