Fly

I sit here in silence, listening to music

Carried away in a dream.

The record is turning, I’m filled with a yearning

To go somewhere that I’ve never been

To see something that I’ve never seen

 

The room starts a-spinning, the air quickly thinning

The music seems lost and far away

Then out of the shadows a grey figure moving

Sits down and asks me what I have to say.

“What’s your excuse for coming to me this way?”

 

Well I have a question, do you have the answer?

So many things I need to know

Of hating and loving, and living and dying

And which is the right way to go?

These are things that I need to grow.

 

(ch) So I can Fly Fly Fly. And find my sky.

Fly, Fly Fly. Find my sky

 

“You dare ask such questions!” the figure said sternly

“These matters are known to the old and the wise.

There’s much you must go through, things must happen to you

Before you can begin to realize

How to tell the truth from the lies.”

 

But can’t you just point me in the right direction

So I can go out now and explore?

There’s so many pathways, which one should I follow?

I have the key, but I can’t find the door

How am I to find what I’m looking for?

 

(ch) So I can Fly Fly Fly. And find my sky.

Yes I want to Fly Fly Fly and find my sky

 

“I’m really quite sorry, but I cannot tell you

These are things to find out on your own.

But let me just warn you it will be a rough road

And at times you’ll feel terribly alone

But your reward will be the wisdom you’ve grown.”

 

And right then he vanished and I looked up quickly

The dishes still in a messy pile

The record was skipping, the candle wax dripping

I sat for a second, and then I let out with a smile

To think I’d been right there all the while.

 

(ch) Now I can Fly Fly Fly. High High High. Fly Fly Fly. In my sky.