How I Became Invisible - The Lonesome Death of D.B. Cooper

No one knows who I am
And that's all part of the plan
Check my bags, check them again
Take control of what I can

Clean pressed suit, shined up shoes
Keeping up appearances the whole way through
Polite and quiet, smoking in my solitude
Can't let them know what I'm gonna do

"The Bandit King of the Air"
Seems like all I'll ever do
And though the world may go unaware
For one day, I flew
For one day, I flew

She thought it was just one more mostly empty flight
"Miss, you better look at that note"
Could I have flipped that switch on that late night
Well, I guess we'll never know

Tacoma's quiet in the rain
Close my eyes and count the days
It wasn't for the money or for fame
Let them wonder, I'll leave with my own name

"The Bandit King of the Air"
Seems like all I'll ever do
And though the world be unaware
For one day, I flew
For one day, I flew
For one day, I flew
For one day, I flew

Written by:
Nicholas Reed

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