It Seems Like Only Yesterday

It seems like only yesterday . . . The first time I flew in a plane. Was over San Francisco Bay; I felt I’d left the Earth’s domain. The first time I flew in a plane I soared into bright heaven’s skies. I felt I’d left the Earth’s domain, To see the world through cosmic eyes. I soared into bright heaven’s skies, The world below looked, oh-so small. To see the world through cosmic eyes Was beautiful, as I recall. The world below looked, oh-so small— And even the suburban sprawl Was beautiful, as I recall; So beautiful, as I recall.