Flying over the Blue Ridge Mountains

Rolling hills are all I see

Big old world don't seem so bad

From 20,000 feet


Sometimes I get to thinking

Is this where I'm supposed to be?

Rolling in my bed, living in my head

Put an end to all this means



Wheels up, off the ground

Get lost in some big old town

Something good, something real

Wheels up




Now a voice says that we're getting closer

Parking lots and old train yards

Falling down to you feels so lonesome
Does it have to be this hard?


Gotta steal away gotta steal away

Just to heal an aching heart
Sometimes along the way

You got to make a brand new start



Wheels up, off the ground

Get lost in some big old town

Something good, something real

Wheels up





Fly away tonight, leave it behind
When I come back home

You're still on my mind 





Wheels up, off the ground

Get lost in some big old town

Something good, something real

Wheels up