Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman
Fly, Fly Away
[BRENDA]
When I was a child my eyes were clear
I saw the good side
That's the kind of second sight
That doesn't last too long
But when I was lost
I heard a voice that brought me healing
That's the kind of special hope
He brought me with his song
People only saw the doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
But he was just a lonely little boy to me
With his sweet and gentle touch
He sure unlocked my soul
So in return
I surely want to help to set him free
Yeah, now I wanna see him fly, fly
I'll be your alibi, my baby
Fly, fly, fly away
We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye
No need to tell me why, my baby
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me
One day
Men who they call real were really fakes
Who left me nothing
But this man you call a fake
Gave me something real
I've known cruel, cruel men
With Christian names who taught me manners
But this man without a name
Taught me how to feel
They only saw the magic tricks
The smoke and mirrors
Was I the only one to ever see the boy?
So now they want to clip his precious wings
And bring him down
But in his heart and soul's
The kind of good they can't destroy
So now I wanna see him fly, fly
I'll be your alibi, my baby
Fly, fly, fly away
We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye
No need to tell me why, my baby
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me
One day
Baby, when you're in the clouds
Please keep a lookout
Maybe, darling, find a hideaway
For you and I, you and I
Now I’ll see him fly, fly
I’ll be your alibi my baby
Fly, fly, fly away
We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye
No need to tell me why, my baby
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me
One day
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me
One day
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me
One day
And I'll be waiting for you there
You'll fly back home to me one day