Flying Home — текст песни (Chris De Burgh)

We`re sitting out here on the runway,
Waiting for the plane to leave,
And the captain says, There`ll be a short delay,
Bear with me please,

They gave us the usual hassle,
You can`t take those guitars on board,
But the boys in the band just smiled,
Heard it all before,

And as they`re starting to serve champagne,
To the folks at the front of the plane,
I can hear the engines roaring, we`re on our way,

And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I`ve got the freedom in my soul,
And it`s four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...

The movie reminds of my lady,
As she waits, where are those guys?
Yes it`s nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky,

And now the sun is beginning to rise,
It`s like looking down on Paradise,
There`s a ball of fire that`s burning, giving life,

And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I`ve got the freedom in my soul,
And it`s four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...