Текст песни Up, up & Away - Rare Americans

I peek in side the do-not-open box
Time ticks, sweat drips, can I pick this lock?
Escape to where I already was
Flying high, running from myself
Skies open, wheels in motion
No going back, no, I′ve chosen
The worst part is there's no one to blame
Just me, myself and I
(This ain′t a video game)
It must just be my day
I'm up, up and away
It must just be my lucky day
I'm up, up and away
(Yeah, I just kinda want to do a couple of maneuvers)
(See what it can do, before I put ′er down, you know?)
Don′t know if I can survive
Life on this side
How many lives can a guy buy?
I don't know why (I follow the fly)
I don′t know why (I follow that fly)
(I follow that fly)
(I follow the fly)
I peek inside a weakened man's demise
Chest pounds, going down, look up, a dead man′s eyes
Can't erase or save face
What will they think when they hear my voice on the tapes?
Skies open, wheels in motion
No going back, no, I′ve chosen
The worst part is there's no one to blame
Just me, myself and I
This ain't a video game
It must just be my day
I′m up, up and away
I follow the fly, I follow the fly
I follow the fly, I follow the fly
I follow the fly, I follow the fly
I follow the fly
Skies open, wheels in motion
No going back, no, I′ve chosen