Flying

Grandma wasn't happy, the buttons on her dress

Buckled under pressure, battling her breasts

My face and hands were dirty, I didn't stand a chance with her that day

Nothing I could do, nothing I could say

To make her believe what I had done that day

But I would swear, I would swear that I was flying

The horses in their harness were dirtier than me

Down besides the river we had run 'til we were free

So I was late for supper, missed my father for the night

But tell me how the time of man could meet me in mid flight?

Nothing I could do, nothing I could say

To make her believe what I had done that day

But I would swear, I would swear that I was flying

She's frowning, but not at me

Deep down I think she's glad to see

Me flying

What is it to grow up, to trade in all your wings

For sauerkraut and house coats, the news the mailman brings

For chocolates you ration to children in your care

Who have no use for combs or soap or brushing out their hair

What else can you do, what else can you say

To make them believe in gravity and pain

I guess you pray, pray to God they're really flying

I guess you pray, pray to God they're really flying

Let us pray, let us pray they're really flying