Flyaway - Joan Osborne

Don’t ask her how she knows, but she knows

It’s gonna be great

Don’t ask her how she knows, but she knows

And she can’t wait

Hey, hey, hey, flyaway

Hey, hey, hey, hey flyaway

Number one for takeoff

To that big drowning pool in the sky

Number one for takeoff

And her dress wavin' you goodbye

Hey, hey, hey, flyaway

Hey, hey, hey, hey flyaway

Gone up in rapture

Gone, see your mother

Take off your heavy head

Gone up in rapture

Life’s better when you’re dead

Bones light as eggshells

Look down on main street

See all the people run

Laugh if you want to

She’s goin' to the sun

Hey, hey, hey, flyaway

Hey, hey, hey, hey flyaway, flyaway

Hey, flyaway

Oh, flyaway, flyaway