Flying

[G]Rusted [C]wingspan [G]        [C]
Frustrated throwers
Basting on the tarmac
Can we move any slower?

[D]Sea-Tac t[G]o Dulles
[C]Richmond to Reno [Am9]
[D]Smooth ride[G] rental
[C]No time for[Am9] keno

I can see through the clouds
Right to the ground
Different shapes and textures
Deep greens and light browns
Cities of mystery
Mountains of wonder
Stay clear of all the lightning
And [D]above all
The [G]thunder[C]      [G]            [C]

Busted book bindings
Flopping around
Chopping turbulence
Flying waitresses are asked to sit down

Gradual descent
We should be down soon
Take in the view
Of being closer to the moon

I can see through the clouds
Right to the ground
Different shapes and textures
Deep greens and light browns
Cities of mystery
Mountains of wonder
Stay clear of all the lightning
And above all
The thunder

(mouth flugal solo for 1 verse, 1 chorus)

And the [B]mile high club still [C]exists
As [G]two people disa[D]ppear
And the little baby disapproves the screams
And laughs, the whole plane can hear
The incoherent baby talk
At the top of his baby lungs
And I close my eyes, absorb my chair
Like water to a sponge

My brain is like a drummer
Trying to hold a groove
Keeping time with the time zone
My mind constantly on the move
I think of your face
I long for that sound
Like a drummer keeping the pace
And the wheels hit the ground

I can see through the clouds
Right to the ground
Different shapes and textures
Deep greens and light browns
Cities of mystery
Mountains of wonder
Stay clear of all the lightning
But above all
The thunder
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying