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 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...
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