My father was a farmer But his head was in the sky He worked everyday but Sunday 'Til the day he died
He prayed for rain and thunder And listened for the sound In the dry years he went under He never got off the ground
We all dream when we're younger That we will do great things Me, I used to have a hunger To wear a pilot's wings
But the circle's that I ran in Turned my head around And the planes I had my plans in Never got off the ground
Don't raise your hopes You hear so many say The higher they get The closer they are to flying away, fly away
Don't raise your hopes You hear so many say The higher they get The closer they are to flying away
They say there but for fortune Is the way it would have been If we could take a bigger portion We'd fill our hands again
You see them on the sidewalks In the parks all over town Those who've taken flight Never got off the ground
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