With your photographs of Kitty Hawk 
And the biplanes on your wall 
You were always Amy Johnson 
From the time that you were small. 
No schoolroom kept you grounded 
While your thoughts could get away 
You were taking off in Tiger Moths 
Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day 
Are you there? 

On the tarmac with the winter in your hair 
By the empty hangar doors you stop and stare 
Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care 
Oh, are you there?Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather coat 
And you took me for a ride 
We were drifting with the tail-wind 
When the runway came in sight 
The clouds came up to gather us 
And the cockpit turned to white 
When I looked the sky was empty 
I suppose you never saw the landing-lights 
Are you there? 

In your jacket with the grease-stain and the tear 
Caught up in the slipstream of dare 
The compass roads will guide you anywhere, 
Oh, are you there?The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail away 
And lights the maps and diagrams 
That Leonardo makes 
You can see Faith, Hope and Charity 
As they bank above the fields 
You can join the flying circus 
You can touch the morning air against your wheels 
Are you there? 
Do you have a thought for me that you can share? 
Oh I never thought you'd take me unawares 
Just call me if you ever need repairs 
Oh, are you there?