Fly High - Jay Farrar, Will Johnson, Anders Parker

I am flying on this plane

Back into your arms again

And my eyes are sad and cloudy

And my teardrops fall like rain

As I look down past my wind

Flying home to you again

On the clouds I see your picture

While the engine sings your name

I’m flying high, up in the sky

But my heart keeps looking for you

All around, down on the ground

On every hill, in every house

I see your face in every window, down below

I am thinking, flying here

Of those arguments we had

Of the times we slammed our door

And said, goodbye, goodbye

I walked away a dozen times

I drove away a hundred more

But all the trains and all the buses

Brought me back here to our door

I’m flying high, up in the sky

But my heart keeps looking for you

All around, down on the ground

On every hill, in every house

I see your face in every window, down below

I’m flying high, up in the sky

But my heart keeps looking for you

All around, down on the ground

On every hill, in every house

I see your face in every window, down below

I see your face in every window, down below