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We're sitting out here on the runway,
Waiting for the plane to leave,
And the Captain says, Therell be a short delay,
Bear with me please,"
They gave us the usual hassle,
"You cant
take
those
guitars
on
board,
But the boys in the band just smiled,
Heard it all before,
And as they're starting to serve Champagne
To the folks at the front of the plane,
I can hear the engines roaring, we're on our way,
And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...
The movie reminds of my lady,
As she waits, where
are
those
guys?
Yes it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky,
And now the sun is beginning to rise,
It's like looking down on Paradise,
There's a ball of fire that's burning, giving life,
And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...
- Album:
- A Better World
- Home
- Footsteps 2
- Now and Then
- One World
- The Storyman
- The Road to Freedom
- Timing Is Everything
- Quiet Revolution
- Beautiful Dreams
- This Way Up
- Flying Colours
- Into The Light
- Man On The Line
- Best Moves
- Eastern Wind
- Crusader
- At The End Of A Perfect Day
- Far Beyond These Castle Walls
- Miscellaneous