Jefferson Aero Plane

If it hurts, kiss it better,

You wear skirts, I write nice letters,

Never said nothing with flowers,

Though we always talked for hours,

And it seems to get much colder,

When you cry on your own shoulder,

And we know the show must go on

Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on



Some jefferson airplane,

I'm trapped and I am enclosed,

But I won't complain,

I'll open all the windows,

(repeat)

'Cause when it's colder,

I feel much better,

When I cry on my own shoulder,

Just throw on a sweater and go,



And I'll go to undergo,

A change of heart,

A change of clothes,

And when I'm home,

I think I'll go eat cereal,

And stare out the window.



I'll make the calls,

You cover your ears,

Niagara Falls still flows on New Year's,

I will save your plunging neck line,

I kiss your face, you try to deck mine,

If I behave it's gonna cost him,

Skip the rave in downtown Boston,

And we know the show must go on,

Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on,



Some jefferson airplane,

I'm trapped and I am enclosed,

But I won't complain,

I'll open all the windows,

(repeat)

'Cause when it's colder,

I feel much better,

When I cry on my own shoulder,

Just throw on a sweater and go,



And I'll go to undergo,

A surgery to purge me

of this lonely mood,

And my ego, the status quo,

Provides me with a decent attitude.



And I'll go to undergo,

A change of heart,

A change of clothes,

And when I'm home,

I think I'll go eat cereal,

And stare out the window.



'Cause you confuse me more than anyone,

An adjustment has begun

To let me feel the desperate need

To leave what we undid undone,

And maybe you could sympathize

With the bags under my eyes

And we'll see the signs are saying

That we have used up all our tries



To be a better person,

To be a better friend,

To be a better son.



He tries to be a better someone,

That understands the difference,

And that he can't show all the people,

All the things that really mean as much as he could (Feel)



Feels like I don't remember

Ever being this tired (Before)

Before now my eyes were closed

To all of the beauty in this world,



Jefferson airplane,

I am trapped and I am enclosed,

But I won't complain,

I'll open all the windows

(repeat)

'Cause when it's colder,

I feel much better,

When I cry on my own shoulder,

Just throw on a sweater and go.



And I'll go to undergo,

A surgery to purge me

Of this lonely mood.

And my ego, the status quo

Provides me with a decent attitude.



And I'll go to undergo,

A change of heart, a change of clothes,

And I'll go, oh yes, I'll go!

And hope the new me shows,

So everybody knows that I've found myself

Able to fly away without

Magic feathers or Jefferson aero planes,

I've got with me all that I need