Perfect lines (flyin')

Tin sounds and the nagging of change
Planted feet that won't rearrange
Big hope getting harder to think

I wish I was flying
Out there again
I wish I was flying
Flying again

Ten thousand hard miles to go
It's gonna take forever going this slow
And the timing is the one fatal blow

I wish I was flying again

When I was a little boy
I had to go to school
Following my best with every rule
Perfect lines all the time
Never questioning or straying from the lines

I wish I was flying
Out there again
I wish I was flying
Flying again