© 1988 Fly-By-Night Music (Ed Kilbourne)
It's a mighty big sky so I need to ask why
You're closing our gliderport down
You say you need the airspace to service your airbase
And you don't want the traffic around
But it seems very clear you don't want a frontier
Where outlaws like me tend to roam
Will anyone cry when the last glider flies
And the last sailplane pilot goes home
When the FAA puts a TCA over everyplace we soar
And their "Keep Out" signs are posted on our ceilings and our floors
When the privilege to fly the ridge comes from Washington, DC
I will raise my cup to the last one up in a sky that once was free
I will raise my cup to the last one up in a sky that once was free
We purchased some land, assured by a man that no one would find us out here
I remember the Monday, we cut the runway, watched by a hawk and two deer
The very next week we got a call from a sheik said he once owned the land next to ours
But he sold to GM, next month they move with a factory to build a few cars
Now there's a giant mall and the traffic crawls where our planes were once tied down
And late last year a man shot two deer that had wandered into town
And there's a hawk that flies in the smoke filled skies where she circles all alone
So I raise my cup, she's the last one up, in a sky we once called home
So I raise my cup, she's the last one up, in a sky we once called home
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