Disconnecty

Dearest Mom, your yearling son has sent a message through
He's disconnected, but he still loves you
Weather lies and motor rules, the color printer blues
On the engine air his thoughts flow through to you

Disconnecty said to disconnect but has he read
The tiny text that said to disconnect
He'd best decide the rest of all your life
Will be your right to fly alone
Forever more

Dearest Mom, your yearling son has sent a message through
He's disconnected, but he still loves you

Disconnecty said to disconnect but has he read
The tiny text that said to disconnect
He'd best decide the rest of all your life
Will be your right to fly alone
Forever more

And ever more