Words and music by Bob Hartman



Dreamin' about flyin' since I was a boy 

Never thought I'd see the real mccoy 

I think it's safe to say 

I finally found a way 



Gonna fly away 

Gonna fly away 



Every day I've been looking in the sky 

Hope it's not raining when I start to fly 

I bet you think I'm strange 

Wait until I'm changed 



Gonna fly away 

Gonna fly away 



Where you gonna be when the trumpet blows? 

All that's left of me is gonna be my clothes 

I'd really like to see 

You flyin' next to me 



Gonna fly away 

Gonna fly away