no river to forge, no mountain to climb
just the day moving in and out and you quietly losing your mind
one minute turns into a million and what do you have to show?
except a million reasons why you didn’t have time
and it hangs like a shadow over everything you do
this feeling of longing you cannot put words to
and you don’t even know if you should try
you’re waiting to fly
waiting to fly
don’t even ask yourself the reason why
you’re waiting to fly
you’re always glancing around to see if anyone’s watching
look for the hidden camera or maybe somebody knocking
you were meant to shine, your mama told you so
can’t make yourself believe that no one cares
you’re looking for a stage you can thrust yourself upon
but is the show already over or has it just begun?
Has the curtain already fallen or is the encore coming on?
you’re waiting to fly
waiting to fly
don’t even ask yourself the reason why
you’re waiting to fly
take a look out there at those tiny baby birds there in the back yard
getting ready to spread their wings, getting ready to get hit hard
do you think they’re any less scared than you?
no they just don’t think about it much
so forget for just a moment that the others do it better
put away your excuses girl, its now or its never
write ‘em in a big book and throw it to the bottom of the sea
get out and fly
get out and fly
and if you fall well damn then get up and give it another try
get out and fly
Marybeth D’Amico, © 2005
