In his imagination he's flying high His thoughts are wings taking him up into the sky In his imagination he's anywhere When he floats back down to earth he doesn't want to live there
Tonight he's working the midnight shift arriving at ten learning how slowly 12 can turn into 7 am
He's up to his eyes in stuff he'll despise the same as every weekday But inside his head he's easily led and in his imagination he's flying away In his imagination he's flying away In his imagination
He tells me his mother says he should be glad to be employed unlike so many young folk today but he's not exactly overjoyed
He's up to his eyes in stuff he'll despise the same as every weekday But inside his head he's easily led and in his imagination he's flying away In his imagination he's flying away In his imagination
Monday evening I see he's back with a smile on his face Says he's had a call from London and been offered a place He's leaving next week the future's not bleak he's going to be an artist He's got an idea could be a career He knows he's one of the smartest
Flying away through his imagination He's flying away in his imagination He's flying away In his imagination He's flying away in his imaginationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
