Flying Home (Version 2) - Oscar Peterson

Flying Home (Version 2) Lyrics

We're sitting out here on the runway
Waiting for the plane to leave
And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay
Bear with me, please"They gave us the usual hassle
"You can't take those guitars on board"
But the boys in the band just smiled
Heard it all beforeAnd 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 wayAnd we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soulAnd it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonightThe movie reminds of my lady
As she waits, "Where are those guys?"
Yes, it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the skyAnd now the sun is beginning to rise

It's like looking down on Paradise
There's a ball of fire that's burning
Giving lifeAnd we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soulAnd it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonight
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