Fly High

They call her at about a quater to three

And tell her he'd gone down and he ain't coming back now

Then they tell her that the chances look bad

So she breaks down because he ain't coming back now

(He ain't coming back now)

Sometimes in the clearest sky

I find you fly high, so high

I know these years have gone so slow

And I find it much harder to feel the same (Same)

When I call out to you you turn away (Away)