Flyin’ Home

Ants on parade Summer lemonade Dirt bike brigade Blizzard no-school days Fistful of dandelion On the wind, The seeds are flyin’ home Flyin’ home The seeds are flyin’ home Flyin’ home First real job Feel like a classroom mob Got so much to say I lost my cool But they loved me anyway Got a wife and a baby girl Weekdays spent under the weight of the world Then home... Flyin’ home... Flyin’ home, yeah I was flyin’ home. (instrumental verse) Not quite retired Sippin’ wine by the fire Seems like the lightning struck While I was still tryin’ to show some pluck, yeah Years then months then days then hours Soon I’ll be pushin’ up the flowers: Home. Finally home, yeah I’ll be home, yeah Flyin’ home. Flyin’ home, Flyin’ home, Flyin’ home, yeah Flyin’ home Yeah, yeah Flyin’ home, Flyin’ home, We’re always flyin’ home.