(Dave MallettDanny O'Keefe)

My father was a farmer

But his head was in the sky

He worked everyday but Sunday

'Til the day he died

He prayed for rain and thunder

And listened for the sound

In the dry years he went under

He never got off the ground



We all dream when we're younger

That we will do great things

Me, I used to have a hunger

To wear a pilot's wings



But the circle's that I ran in

Turned my head around

And the planes I had my plans in

Never got off the ground



Don't raise your hopes

You hear so many say

The higher they get

The closer they are to flying away

Fly away..



Don't raise your hopes

You hear so many say

The higher they get

The closer they are to flying away



They say there but for fortune

Is the way it would have been

If we could take a bigger portion

We'd fill our hands again

You see them on the sidewalks

In the parks all over town

Those who've taken flight

Never got off the ground