(Danny O'Keefe - Dave Mallett)      My father was a farmer   But his head was in the sky   He worked everyday but Sunday   'Til the day he died.      He prayed for rain and thunder   And listened for the sound   In the dry years he went under   He never got off the ground.      We all dream when we're younger   That we will do great things   Me, I used to have a hunger   To wear a pilot's wings.      --- Instrumental ---      But the circles that I ran in   Turned my head around   And the planes I had my plans in   Never got off the ground.      Don't raise your hopes   You hear so many say   The higher they get the closer   They are to flying away, fly away.      --- Instrumental ---      Don't raise your hopes   You hear so many say   The higher they get the closer   They are to flying away.      They say there but for fortune   Is the way it would have been   If we could take a bigger portion   We'd fill our hands again.      You see them on the sidewalks   In the parks all over town   Those who've taken flight   Never got off the ground...