كلمات Perfect Lines (Flyin')

Tin sounds and the nagging of change Planted feet that won't rearrange Big hope getting harder to think I wish I was flying Out there again I wish I was flying Flying again Ten thousand hard miles to go It's gonna take forever going this slow And the timing is the one fatal blow I wish I was flying again When I was a little boy I had to go to school Following my best with every rule Perfect lines all the time Never questioning or straying from the lines I wish I was flying Out there again I wish I was flying Flying again