Flying High

Flying high – in the friendly sky

Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no

Rest of the folks are tired and weary

Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down

I go to the place where danger awaits me,

and it's bound to forsake me

So stupid minded.

I can't help it

Oh ya, some stupid minded

But I go crazy when I can't find it

In the morning, I'll be alright, my friend

But soon the night will bring the pains

The pain, oh the pain

Flying high in the friendly sky

Without ever leaving the ground

And I ain't seen nothing but trouble baby

Nobody really understands, no no

And I go to the place where the good feelin' awaits me

Self-destruction in my hand

Oh Lord, so stupid minded

Oh, and I go crazy when I can't find it

Well, I know I'm hooked my friend

To the boy who makes slaves out of men

And oh believe me

Flying high in a friendly sky

Oh baby, flyin' high

Ah, what's happening brother

What's been shakin' up and down the line

I want to know 'cause I'm slightly behind the time.