Flying Solo

I see the trees waving their raised hands

Praising the one who planted them there

I wish I could see from high up in the air

But I'm stuck here on the ground

With my wounds holding me down

Hold on spirit, hold on soul

Hold on, little heart, let's fly solo

Take it easy or take it slow

Doesn't even matter which way we go

Hold on little heart, let's fly solo

So I sewed on a pair of homemade wings

I stood on the shoulders of my father to see

Next thing I knew I lost feeling in my feet

Surrounded by the clouds

I left my wounds on the ground

Hold on spirit, hold on soul

Hold on little heart, let's fly solo

Take it easy or take it slow

Doesn't even matter which way we go

Hold on little heart, let's fly solo

Ooh...

Hold on spirit, hold on soul

Hold on, little heart, let's fly solo

Take it easy or take it slow

Doesn't even matter which way we go

Hold on little heart, let's fly solo