Jesse Giles Christiansen Author Songwriter


Plane, Plane


Plane, plane, where are you going?

Why do you make my life flash by?

Will you hold my hand as we take to the sky?

And will you hum to me

When you shake like a lie?



Oh, plane, plane, I wasn’t made to fly


Plane, Plane, it helps just knowing

What goes up, must come down

As the earth says goodbye

Should I close my eyes?

Now, brothers and sisters

Everything will be all right



But, plane, plane, we weren’t made to fly




Plane, plane, I think I finally see

I need you, as much as you need me

Maybe one day, my fear will abate

Until then, don’t test my faith



Cause  plane, plane, I wasn’t made to fly


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