Well most of the time I'm basically depressed but I guess it's just my nature
Even those times that I'm sociable at best
I am damned with demure so I sit and stare at the clouds shattering cuss words 'cause I am too cool to pout
I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying, flying, flying
Well my father he worked for Eastern Airlines for nearly my whole life
Yes it dissapeared right before his eyes
And so my Daddy up and died so I sit and stare at the clouds shattering cuss words 'cause I am too cool to pout
I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying, flying, flying
Writer(s): Roderick David Stewart, Ronnie Lane, Ronald David Wood
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