Sweet Freedom Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2018
Lyrics
When I was still growing up
We'd go to the spotters lot, and
Watch these machines of windows and wings
We'd sit in dad's Fairlane Ford
On a Lambert Field service road
As they glided in on a thundering wind
Flying machine!
Flying machine!
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen!
Flying machine!
So I got a job building planes
Forging and fitting and frames
Titanium gear, carbon and tears
A lighter-than-air shell
Magical chair spell
Stringers and skin, defeating the wind
Flying machine!
Flying machine!
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen!
Flying machine!
We take it for granted, the moment we've landed
We were asleep up in the sky
Eight miles high, you'd think we were gods
Angels that fly
Flying machine!
Flying machine!
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen!
Flying machine!
Flying machine!
Flying machine!
Fly like a bird, spirit unseen!
Magical dragon that somebody dreamed
Flying machine