I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow -about the places that i'd like to see. I say friend do you ever think i'll get there, oh but he justt stands there smiling back at me.
So i confess my sins to the preacher, about the love i've been praying to fin. Is there a brown eyed boy in my future? He says girl you've got nothing but time.
But how do you wait for heaven and who has that much time? And how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know that you were born to fly?
My daddy he is grounded like the oak tree, my momma she is steady as the sun, oh you know i love my folks, but i keep staring down the road looking for my one chance to run.
Cause i will soar away like the blackbird..i will blow in the wind like a seed, i will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams and i will grow up where i want, wild and free.....
...You were born to fly....... |
