southern winds on runway three 

i can hear the engines calling 

like an arrow flying free 

and the rain just keeps on falling 



and the tremblin' asphalt shines 

like a knife she cuts the silence 

till she takes off and she glides 

on to the horizon 



over the mountains 

freedom's more than a word in the wind 

all the sorrows your heart held in fear 

left behind now they all disappear 

and whatever seemed so mighty and tall 

aint so big after all 



here i'm standing in the haze 

i can see the clouds she's climbing 

as her tail lights fade away 

till my eyes no longer find 'em 



there's the echo of a sound 

hear it humming in the distance 

like she's calling out my name 

i have no resistance 



over the mountains... 



now it's silent everywhere 

rain is creepin in my shoes and 

i smell coffee in the air 

realize that i could use one 



and where ever she may fly 

wonders of the world unravel 

over hills and trees so high 

that's where I'll travel 



over the mountains...Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com