The Connells
Airlift
I need an airlift for you
You're so heavy I don’t know what to do
You break in any old door
Good lord, good lord

I wanna hold out my hand
Take up trouble with an easy command
Take on any old war
Good lord, good lord

And then someone on the phone started cryin'
And I found out they were talking to you
To tell you the truth, I'm close to lyin’
On you, on you

Am I too careless for you?
Are you scared by the things that we do?
I'll blow off every storm
Good lord, good lord

I live every day
I want just to hear you say
You'd lay down the heavy old sword
Oh, good lord, good lord

And then someone on the phone started cryin'
And I found out they were talking to you
To tell you the truth, I'm close to lyin'
On you, on you
I want to live every day
I want just to hear you say
You'd lay down the heavy old sword
Good lord, good lord
And you'll break in any old door
Good lord, good lord
You’ll take on any old war
Good lord, good lord
And you’ll blow off every storm
Ah, good lord, good lord