Текст песни Fly Higher - Brian Walton

An old dirt road in my pickup up truck
I'm a half-hour late to pick her up
Her Daddy's standing in the doorway
As I stutter dumb things to say

He smiles at me then goes inside
And presents to me. My future bride
Ponytails and polka dot dress
She lit up the room and I felt blessed

So, we drove on down to the Tasty Freeze
And ate ice cream 'neath the apple trees
There we stole our very first kiss
There ain't nothing better than this

And I wanted to...
Fly higher than the mountains
High enough to rope the moon
And I hope and I pray
Every night, every day
That I can fly high again with you

Ten years on. Same old pickup truck
I'm late again to pick her up
I grab the bag that's in the doorway
The Baby's due is what she says

So, we tear on down that old dirt road
And she holds my hand as we rode
She turns to me and says I love you
And I smile and say I love you too

And I wanted to...
Fly higher than the mountains
High enough to rope the moon
And I hope and I pray
Every night, every day
That I can fly high again with you

Here we are again in my pickup truck
With my little girl, my buttercup
Mama singing here beside me
Radio turned up as loud as can be

She went from diapers to climbing trees
Teddy bears to scraped up knees
Now its ponytails and a polka dot dress
Stuttering boys and all that mess

And I wanted to...
Fly higher than the mountains
High enough to rope the moon
And I hope and I pray
Every night, every day
That I can fly high again with you

And I wanted to...
Fly higher than the mountains
High enough to rope the moon
And I hope and I pray
Every night, every day
That I can fly high again with you