Flying

Here I am, I'm on my own

For the first time, really on my own

So will I make it? Will it work alright?

And can I make it through the night?

And I go, ooh, ooh, ooh

I am flying

Ooh, ooh, ooh

In open space

Look at me, I'm riding high

I'm the air born, master of the sky

And everything beneath me seems to fade

Without a trace, without a shade

And I go, ooh, ooh, ooh

I am flying

Ooh, ooh, ooh

In open space

And everything beneath me seems to fade

Without a trace, without a shade

And I go, ooh, ooh, ooh

I am flying

Ooh, ooh, ooh

In open space

Ooh, ooh, ooh

I am flying

Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh

In open space