The stars are so close
They are just out of reach
All that I need
Is a flying machine

I’m building a contraption
To fly me to my dreams
Everyone is laughin’
Well, they can laugh at me


Cuz I’m too old to be a dreamer, too young to die in bed
I don’t listen to the cynics, listen to my soul instead
If I never learn the secret to this flying machine
Just watch… one day I’ll grow wings

I work every day
On my flying machine
But work isn’t work
When you’re workin’ for a dream
You can call me crazy
Maybe I’ve lost my mind
Sometimes I’m afraid
That I’m just wastin’ time

Bridge: Will you join me for the ride
Holding hands and starry-eyed
If we never leave the ground
Broken wings won’t bring us down
At least we can say
We had fun along the way

CHORUS