Song Description

A song about rising from adversity

Lyrics

Flying Machine
©2003 Robert Heath

Verse
He was a kid who had tried
All the wrong ways to fly
With a future in windows with bars
She was close to the edge
The day that she said
Son I bought you this old used guitar

Lift
With a body of white spruce and rose wood
Strung together by six wires of steel
To the untrained eye it?ll never fly
No cockpit, propeller or wheels

Chorus
But/Cause/In the right hands it?s really a vessel
Take you higher than you?ve ever dreamed
To soar up and down at the speed of sound
On the wings
Of a finely tuned flying machine

Verse
She overheard him one day
As he secretly made
The first solo he ever tried
And each halting note
Put a lump in her throat
As he mastered this new form of flight

Lift
She knew every journey from darkness
Had to start with a shot for the sky
With guitar on his knee
She prayed he?d find the key
To break free of his turbulent life

Repeat chorus
Bridge
Now I?m standing right here before you tonight
I?ve got you to thank that I made out all right
And/you?re watching me as I?m playing this
But just you and I/know what it is

Repeat Chorus