Flying solo

I see the trees waving their raised hands Praising the one who planted them there I wish I could see from high up in the air But I'm stuck here on the ground With my wounds holding me down Hold on...

'Cross the Bering strait to a foreign land I took to the sky just like I planned Left my old life behind there in the ice and snow followed a rainbow to Mexico Somewhere this side of lucky just shy of...

Flying low When a voice on the radio Says do you know You were flying much to low There's danger in the air But I don't care Oh no. No one there To hold your hand Nobody To change your plans Flying...