We're sitting out here on the runway
Waiting for the plane to leave
And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay
Bear with me, please"
They gave us the usual hassle
"You can't take those guitars on board"
But the boys in the band just smiled
Heard it all before
And as they're starting to serve champagne
To the folks at the front of the plane
I can hear the engines roaring
We're on our way
And we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soul
And it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonight
The movie reminds of my lady
As she waits, "Where are those guys?"
Yes, it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky
And now the sun is beginning to rise
It's like looking down on Paradise
There's a ball of fire that's burning
Giving life
And we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soul
And it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonight
Flying Home Video (MV)
Performed By: Ella Fitzgerald and Ella Fitzgerald andamp; Her Orchestra
Written by: JOHN T. WILLIAMS
Ella Fitzgerald and Ella Fitzgerald andamp; Her Orchestra - Flying Home Lyrics
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We're sitting out here on the runway
Waiting for the plane to leave
And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay
Bear with me, please"
They gave us the usual hassle
"You can't take those guitars on board"
But the boys in the band just smiled
Heard it all before
And as they're starting to serve champagne
To the folks at the front of the plane
I can hear the engines roaring
We're on our way
And we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soul
And it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonight
The movie reminds of my lady
As she waits, "Where are those guys?"
Yes, it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky
And now the sun is beginning to rise
It's like looking down on Paradise
There's a ball of fire that's burning
Giving life
And we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soul
And it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonight
Waiting for the plane to leave
And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay
Bear with me, please"
They gave us the usual hassle
"You can't take those guitars on board"
But the boys in the band just smiled
Heard it all before
And as they're starting to serve champagne
To the folks at the front of the plane
I can hear the engines roaring
We're on our way
And we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soul
And it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonight
The movie reminds of my lady
As she waits, "Where are those guys?"
Yes, it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky
And now the sun is beginning to rise
It's like looking down on Paradise
There's a ball of fire that's burning
Giving life
And we are flying home
I feel the freedom in my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soul
And it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through the universe tonight
Writer: JOHN T. WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.