It's in your blood, you don't know why;
just one goal, you've got to fly
To feel your craft, take to flight;
it's been your dream, 'most every night
Then it came, your first flight;
you spread your wings, it sure felt right
Above the ground, so high and free;
you could only think, it's meant to be
Ground school, flight school, summer and fall;
so many lessons, to learn it all
Stalls and spins, and the lazy eight;
you love to fly, but these you hate
Private, commercial, then ATP;
a lot of work, you'll come to see
To build up time, you must agree;
you'd fly anything, you'd fly for free
Snow streaks by, in your lights;
what a show, this cold winter night
Rain at the airport, dark and cold;
break out on top, a sight to behold
Cloud gives way, the storm is past;
the air is smooth, your plane is fast
See the mountains, and oceans too;
so many places, you'll pass through
Slice through clouds, on silver wings;
so magnificent, to see these things
Props and jets, big and small;
coast to coast, you'll see it all
It's in your blood, you don't know why;
you just can't stop, you've got to fly
Copyright 1995 John Cronin
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