Words and music by Bob HartmanDreamin' about flyin' since I was a boy
Never thought I'd see the real mccoy
I think it's safe to say
I finally found a wayGonna fly away
Gonna fly awayEvery day I've been looking in the sky
Hope it's not raining when I start to fly
I bet you think I'm strange
Wait until I'm changedGonna fly away
Gonna fly awayWhere you gonna be when the trumpet blows?
All that's left of me is gonna be my clothes
I'd really like to see
You flyin' next to me
Gonna fly away
Gonna fly away
