the ribs are in the wings the tail is steady & the engine sings she’ll be a flyer when the glue is dry they’ll lift her up & take her to the sky johnny’s in the basement working hard all through the night putting glue & wood together & a plane is taking flight in the blue above the field against the silent clouds they watch her wheel she’s a flyer . . sailing good & true son & father guiding her through johnny’s in the basement working hard all through the night putting glue & wood together & the plane is taking flight everything . . in it’s time . . . in it’s time. . in it’s time everything . . . where’d it go . . where’d it go . . where did it go . . there is dust now on the wings hanging down . . down from the ceiling where today the music plays it soars & lands . . on the flyers that remain johnny’s in the basement working hard all through the night putting notes together and a tune is taking flight o, johnny’s in the basement working hard all through the night putting glue & wood together & the plane is taking flight o, johnny’s in the basement working hard all through the night putting notes together & the tune is sounding right