Flying
Stan Rogers
It was just like_ strapping 'em on_ and starting again__ Coaching these_ kids to the top_ and calling them_ men_ I was a third_ round_ pick in_ the NHL_ And that's three years of living in hell_ And going up_ fly___i-i-ing_ and going home dy____ -i -ing____ My life_ was over the boards_ and playing the game__ And every day_ checking the pa_-pers_ and finding my name_ And dad would go crazy when the scouts would_ call_ He'd tell me that I'd have it all_ Ninety nine of us try___ -i-i-ing_ only one of us fly____ -i -ing____ And every kid over the boards listens for the sound_ The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town_ To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A_ Dreaming of that miracle play_ And going up_ fly___i-i-ing_ and going home dy____ -i -ing____ I tell them_ to think of the playing_ and not of the fame__ If they've got_ any future at all_ it's_ not in the game__ 'Cause they'll be crippled and_ starting all_ over again_ Selling on commissions_ and remembering_ When they were fly___i-i-ing_ remembering dy____ -i -ing____ And every kid over the boards listens for the sound_ The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town_ To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A_ Dreaming of that miracle play_ And going up_ fly___i-i-ing_ and going home dy____ -i -ing____ And every kid over the boards listens for the sound_ The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town_ To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A_ Dreaming of that miracle play_ And going up_ fly___i-i-ing_ and going home dy____ -i -ing____