| I was riding on a train that was bound for somewhere
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| 'Neath the big Montana sky
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| I was just one of the many
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| Who maybe just wanted to ride
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| Was it something that they had never seen
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| Or something they just felt they had to find
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| 'Cause when the world goes by so fast
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| You feel left behind
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| Oh, don’t you ever want
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| To fly somewhere high
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| Somewhere you feel bound to go
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| But you don’t know how
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| You’ll earn your wings to fly
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| To fly
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| 'Till my eyes caught a man on this lonely train
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| With the loneliness in his eyes
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| And he sat down beside me
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| And we talked for awhile
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| He said «There's something in your eyes that seems familiar
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| But I just can’t say why
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| Maybe another face or perhaps another time?»
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| Or maybe we just want
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| To fly somewhere high
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| Somewhere you feel bound to go
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| But you don’t know how
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| You’ll earn your wings to fly
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| To fly
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| Weak or strong we all search for that something more
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| How we long to find that open sky
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| 'Cause in our hearts
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| We seek the part that God designed for us…
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| There was a crash and a flash and a million faces |
| And it lit that great big sky
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| And in the twinkling of a moment
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| We all knew
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| Well, most of us knew
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| How to fly somewhere high
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| Somewhere you feel bound to go
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| But you don’t know how
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| You’ll earn your wings to fly
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| Somewhere high, somewhere
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| Jesus is waiting and
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| He has already earned your wings
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| To fly
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| To fly |