Flying Through The Air

Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached

D-days and structure responsibility



Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three

Eleventh hours and upset employees



I want to be naked, running through the streets

I want to invite this so called chaos,

that you'd think I dare not be

I want to be weightless, flying through the air

I want to drop all these limitations

and return to who I was meant to be



Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers

Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others



I want to be naked, running through the streets

I want to invite this so called chaos,

that you'd think I dare not be

I want to be weightless, flying through the air

I want to drop all these limitations

at the shoes upon my feet



All wont be lost if I'm governed by my own uniqueness

Stop lights won't work

I'll get home sound and safe regardles