Will Van Dyke - Flight

STANDING AT THE INTERSECTION,
FROZEN STILL IN INTROSPECTION -- HERE IS FRED.
WHEN THE RED LIGHT TURNS TO GREEN, WILL
HE STEP OUT OR WILL HE LEAN TO LOOK AHEAD?
NEVER THE ADVENT’ROUS SORT,
PREFERS TO CUT HIS OPTIONS SHORT THAN TAKE A CHANCE.
FRED’S A LITTLE BIT LIKE YOU,
ADMIT IT, ‘CAUSE YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE, YOU’RE IN THE TRANCE.

SOME FOLKS FLY IN LOCKSTEP WITH OTHER BIRDS,
MIGHT AS WELL BE BLIND.
SOME FOLKS, SCARED TO SHOCK, TRY TO COUNT THEIR WORDS,
NEVER SPEAK THEIR MIND.
STOP ASKING WHY.
LOOK TO THE SKY.
STEP OFF THE LEDGE AND START TO FLY.

ONE FOOT IN THE CROSSWALK, FRED
CAN’T LOOK BEYOND THE NEXT BLOCK, HE’S JUST GETTING BY.
IF HE’D LOOK BEYOND TODAY, HE
MIGHT SEE BRIGHT THINGS ON DISPLAY, BUT HE WON’T TRY.
FRED IS NOT MY PROBLEM, HE’S DEEP
IN THE FOREST FULL OF TREES, LOST IN THE SHADE.
YOU’RE THE ONE I’M TALKING TO, I
THINK IT’S HIGH TIME THAT YOU FLEW. DON’T BE AFRAID.

SOME FOLKS FLY IN LOCKSTEP WITH OTHER BIRDS,
MIGHT AS WELL BE BLIND.
SOME FOLKS, SCARED TO SHOCK, TRY TO COUNT THEIR WORDS,
NEVER SPEAK THEIR MIND.
STOP ASKING WHY.
LOOK TO THE SKY.
STEP OFF THE LEDGE AND START TO FLY.

WE'LL LEAVE OUR WORRIES FAR BELOW.

WE DON’T FLOAT IN LOCKSTEP WITH OTHER BIRDS,
WE’RE NOT FLYING BLIND.
WE’RE NOT SCARED TO SHOCK, WE WON’T COUNT OUR WORDS,
WE’RE THE SOARING KIND.
STOP ASKING WHY.
LOOK TO THE SKY.
STEP OFF THE LEDGE AND START TO FLY.

Written by:
JEFFREY TALBOTT, WILLIAM VAN DYKE

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