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Fortress of the Sky
We're riding on a shining warbird,
Her name is the Sentimental Journey.
They call her the Fortress of the Sky.
The man sitting next to me,
With silver hair and gold rim glasses,
Is thinking about a Captain back in his prime.
If you don't know, you'll only see,
just an old man as he passes.
But, he's still a hero in my mind.

Berlin or Anzio,
They never refused to go,
Even without Little Friends by their side.

Ten men in a sitting duck,
When the cold sun's shining brightly.
Are closer to God then five miles high.
When a crewman see's a feathered prop,
In a formation pulled in tightly,
His oxygen mask muffles his cry.

But, Berlin or Anzio,
They never refused to go,
Even without Little Friends by their side.

Instrumental:

The crowd marvels at her size,
And gathers round when the props stop turning.
They try to imagine what it was like.
Now they see through his gold rim glasses,
As he takes them on a Sentimental Journey.
He's keeping a promise as one who survived.

Berlin or Anzio,
They never refused to go,
Even without Little Friends by their side.

Instrumental.

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Fortress of the Sky