Rising on the ridge flow;
Eyeing where the hawk goes;
Gliding in the soft morning blue.

 

Eerie silent soaring;
Mile-high, we're exploring;
Touring from the sky, the old seems new.

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Down beneath the canopy you watch me;
And must feel hidden from view;
Panoramic vista from the heavens;
It's a cinch to spot you.

Love, our days are lately filled with thunderin;
And no way out is clear;
Gazing from the skies has got me wonderin',
Are we standing too near?

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Gliding like an eagle;
Banking in the sun and
Seeing that our old world's so new.