Chris De Burgh

Were sitting out here on the runway,
Waiting for the plane to leave,
And the captain says, "Therell be a short delay,
Bear with me please,"
They gave us the usual hassle,
"You cant take those guitars on board,"
But the boys in the band just smiled,
Heard it all before,
And as theyre starting to serve champagne,
To the folks at the front of the plane,
I can hear the engines roaring, were on our way, And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
Ive got the freedom in my soul,
And its 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 its nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky,
And now the sun is beginning to rise,
Its like looking down on Paradise,
Theres a ball of fire thats burning, giving life, And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
Ive got the freedom in my soul,
And its four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...
[ Flying Home Lyrics ]