Flying Home
Vic Schoen & His Orchestra Lyrics

We're sitting out here on the runway
We are waiting on the runway for the plane to take off

Waiting for the plane to leave
We are waiting for the plane to depart

And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay, Bear with me, please"
The captain informs us that there's a slight delay and requests us to wait patiently

They gave us the usual hassle, "You can't take those guitars on board"
We experienced the typical issue where they didn't allow us to take our guitars onboard

But the boys in the band just smiled, Heard it all before
The band members are accustomed to this scenario and took it positively

And as they're starting to serve champagne, To the folks at the front of the plane
The airline staff begins serving champagne to the people seated at the front

I can hear the engines roaring, We're on our way
The sound of the engine indicates that the plane started taking off and heading towards the destination

And we are flying home
We are currently en route to our home destination

I feel the freedom in my soul, Flying home at last, Flying home I've got the freedom in my soul
The feeling of freedom emanates in me as I head back home after a long time, and I cherish every moment of flying back home

And it's four in the morning, My world is calling, Speeding through the universe tonight
It's four in the morning, and my world is beckoning to me, as I am cruising through the universe

The movie reminds of my lady, As she waits, "Where are those guys?"
I remembered my partner while watching the movie, thinking about how she would be waiting for our arrival

Yes, it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky
While traveling, it's great to see the beautiful landscape and experience the feeling of being above the clouds

And now the sun is beginning to rise, It's like looking down on Paradise, There's a ball of fire that's burning, Giving life
As the sun rises, we witness stunning views from high above, resembling paradise, where the sun's rays bring new life to everything in its path

And we are flying home
We are flying homeward

I feel the freedom in my soul, Flying home at last, Flying home I've got the freedom in my soul
The sensation of freedom courses through me as I near my destination, as I head home after a while, and I am relishing every moment of flying back home

And it's four in the morning, My world is calling, Speeding through the universe tonight
It's four in the morning, and my world is alluring to me; it feels like I am rapidly traversing through the cosmos