Lyrics

Whit Hill
4613 Camellia PL
Nashville, TN 37216
712 7248 whithill@gmail.com

SEE HOW IT FLIES
whit hill
V1
Little boy
Red balloon
Dirty string
Let go too soon
Little face
Falling tears
Daddy whispers
In his ear

CHO: See how it flies, it flies
It's swimming in the air
like it belongs up there
No need to cry, don't cry
It's carrying a little bit of color to the air
It's gonna take a spin around us
Look down on the mountains and smile
Do somersaults and cartwheels
Then before you know
It'll hover for a moment
Taking one last look
See how it flies

V2
Seventeen
tall and strong
green duffel bag
on his arm
taxi cab
father stands
reaches out
shakes his hand

CHO: See how he flies, he flies
He'll be swimming through the air
like he belongs up there
No need to cry, don't cry
He'll fall and he'll recover
and he'll falter and he'll learn
He's gonna take a spin around us
Look down on the mountains & smile
Do barrel rolls and stalls
He's gonna do it his way
He's standing in the doorway
Taking one last look. See how he flies.

V3
Silent son
Bows his head
Stands beside a
High-railed bed
Tired old man
Icy room
Dreaming bout
A red balloon

CHO 1