My father was a farmer
  But his head was in the sky
  He worked everyday but Sunday
  'Til the day he died
  He prayed for rain and thunder
  And listened for the sound
  In the dry years he went under
  He never got off the ground
  
  We all dream when we're younger
  That we will do great things
  Me, I used to have a hunger
  To wear a pilot's wings
  
  But the circle's that I ran in
  Turned my head around
  And the planes I had my plans in
  Never got off the ground
  
  Don't raise your hopes
  You hear so many say
  The higher they get
  The closer they are to flying away
  Fly away..
  
  Don't raise your hopes
  You hear so many say
  The higher they get
  The closer they are to flying away
  
  They say there but for fortune
  Is the way it would have been
  If we could take a bigger portion
  We'd fill our hands again
  You see them on the sidewalks
  In the parks all over town
  Those who've taken flight
  Never got off the ground