I grew up in a military town
Waiting on the sky to fall
Everybody I knew hanging around wondering
What they’d do when the Draft Board called
Looking back, it must have been a miracle
How I ever grew up at all
To sing about living in a military town
Waiting on the sky to fall

Waiting on the sky to fall, boys
Waiting on the sky to fall
Chicken Little wasn't making nothing but noise
Waiting on the sky to fall

Spent a lonely lifetime rolling down the line
Searching for the Holy Grail
Never once crossed my solitary mind
That any such consecrated quest’d fail
Came upon an ocean and much to my chagrin
They told me that ship had sailed
Walking on the water 'cause I never learned to swim
Searching for the Holy Grail

Searching for the Holy Grail, friends
Searching for the Holy Grail
Been across the oceans and now I’m back again
Searching for the Holy Grail
Been around enough to know a little bit now
And I’m sittin' on top of the world
Wanging on a guitar while the sun goes down
Singing a song about a redheaded girl
Was a time I would have said those days was gone
But I’m giving it another whirl
Didn't know that I was gonna live this long
Now I’m sittin’ on top of the world

Sittin' on top of the world, y’all
Sittin' on top of the world
Eyes wide open until the messenger calls
Sittin' on top of the world