Flight
Words by Craig Carnelia; Arr. by Ryan Murphy
Let me run thru a field in the night,
let me lift from the ground
‘til my soul is in flight.
Let me sway like the shade of a tree,
let me swirl like a cloud
in a storm on the sea.
Wish me on my way thru the dawning day.
I wanna flow, wanna rise, wanna spill,
wanna grow in a grove on the side of a hill.
I don’t care if the train runs late,
if the checks don’t clear,
if the house blows down.
I’ll be off where the weeds run wild,
where the seeds fall far
from this earthbound town.
And I’ll start to soar.
Watch me rain ‘til I pour.
I’ll catch a ship that’ll sail me astray,
get caught in a wind, I’ll just have to obey
‘til I’m flyin’ away…
Let me leave behind
all the clouds in my mind.
I wanna wake without wondering why,
finding myself in a burst for the sky.
High!
I’ll just roll.
Let me lose all control.
I wanna float like a wish in a well,
free as the sound of the sea in a shell.
I don’t know, but maybe I’m just a fool.
I should keep to the ground.
I should stay where I’m at.
Maybe everyone has hunger like this,
and the hunger will pass.
But I can’t think like that.
All I know is somewhere, thru a clearing,
there’s a flickering of sunlight
on a river long and wide,
and I have such a river inside.
Wish me on my way thru the dawning day.
I wanna flow, wanna rise, wanna spill,
wanna grow in a grove on the side of a hill,
wanna shift like a wave rollin’ on,
wanna drift from the path
I’ve been traveling upon,
before I am gone.
