I’m fleeing, I’m flying

way up high in the mountain tops

up high in the clouds

up high where the birds go soring

where they feel proud.

I’m fleeing, I’m flying

way up high in the blue sky

never-ending up here

and always so clear.

I’m fleeing, I’m flying

alongside Jet Air.

Flying as fast as a jumbo jet

not using any gas

The landing is going to be a fun blast.

I’m fleeing, I’m flying

along with the geese.

It’s different in a triangle shape

but it’s really great.

Gliding along,

Floating with no fall.

I am hoping it won’t all stop

I am loving it all.