Flying Machine (Acoustic)

The stars are so close

They are just out of reach

All that I need

Is a flying machine

I’m building a contraption

To fly me to my dreams

Everyone is laughin’

Well, they can laugh at me

Cuz I’m too old to be a dreamer, too young to die in bed

I don’t listen to the cynics, listen to my soul instead

If I never learn the secret to this flying machine

Just watch… one day I’ll grow wings

I work every day

On my flying machine

But work isn’t work

When you’re workin’ for a dream

You can call me crazy

Maybe I’ve lost my mind

Sometimes I’m afraid

That I’m just wastin’ time

Bridge: Will you join me for the ride

Holding hands and starry-eyed

If we never leave the ground

Broken wings won’t bring us down

At least we can say

We had fun along the way

CHORUS