(John Denver)
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy
All of her dreams have gone dry
All of her nights have gone sad and shady
She`s getting ready to fly
Fly away, fly away, fly away
Life in the city can make you crazy
For sounds of the sand and the sea
Life in a high-rise can make you hungry
For things that you can`t even see
Fly away, fly away, fly away
In this whole world there`s nobody as lonely as she
There`s nowhere to go and there`s nowhere that she`d rather be
She`s looking for lovers and children playing
She`s looking for signs of the spring
She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing
She listens for any old thing
Fly away, fly away, fly away