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 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