Take me home on the Memphis Flyer.
Take me home to a point down South.
Gotta go just to keep from dyin’.
Come on, baby; you and me gonna play house.
You and me on the wings of freedom.
You and me leave it all behind.
I can’t say where it’s all been leadin’.
But come on, baby, before we go changin’ our minds.
We can fly,
like a bird on the wings of a song.
We get by;
we’re alive,
but you know that it won’t be too long,
be too long, be too long.
Got to fly like a song of freedom.
Got to fly just to save my soul.
We’ll get by on this song I’m singin’.
Come on, baby; we’re too young to be gettin’ old.
We can fly,
like a bird on the wings of a song.
We get by;
we’re alive, but we won’t be too long.
We can fly.
We can fly.
We can fly.
We can fly.
Fly.