Painfully crawling
thousands of cars and I can't move on
Stuck on this highway
I'll find some way out of this daily grind,
leave the crowd behind
I'd rather be up above all the trees where the clouds are floating by me
Rise up so high in my flyin' machine, where the wind takes me,
I’ll be free

Flying High
I will be soaring across the sky
I’ll be Flying High
I'll be the master of my own time

Too many people
I feel the anger in the way they drive
Way up above them
they'll look with envy as-they watch the sky
who's that lucky guy
I'd rather be up above all of-the trees where the clouds go racing by me
Way up so high in my flyin' machine, where the wind takes me,
I’ll be free

Flying High...

Hot acceleration
Not a care or worry on my mind
G Force in my face, yeah
Finally feel some power in my hands
I Won't be just another grain of sand

I’ll be Flying High
I will be soaring across the sky
I’ll be Flying High
I'll be the master of my own time
I’ll be Flying High
I will be soaring
I’ll be Flying High
I’ll be the master of my own time