Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
Old man, where is your wisdom?
It was you who taught me my time to dream
Old man, you win, you lose some
Really doesn't matter if you're lost in between
Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
Sweet child, I heard you've been crying
Leave your sorrow far behind when you're through
Each mile, no matter how winding, shows me
Home is where the heart is, my heart stays with you
Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
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Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
Old man, where is your wisdom?
It was you who taught me my time to dream
Old man, you win, you lose some
Really doesn't matter if you're lost in between
Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
Sweet child, I heard you've been crying
Leave your sorrow far behind when you're through
Each mile, no matter how winding, shows me
Home is where the heart is, my heart stays with you
Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
Old man, where is your wisdom?
It was you who taught me my time to dream
Old man, you win, you lose some
Really doesn't matter if you're lost in between
Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you
Sweet child, I heard you've been crying
Leave your sorrow far behind when you're through
Each mile, no matter how winding, shows me
Home is where the heart is, my heart stays with you
Silver wings carry me aloft and fantasy
Will fly all the good things home to you
Better days are left to be left alone, and guaranteed
They fly the good things home to you
Better days, better days
A thousand red and rising suns for you
Morning clouds, the colors seemed to spread their symphonies
They fly their good things home to you