The plane is heavy, the runway short
I gotta make it
Increasing speed, better pull it up
Now easy does it
Those trees ahead, I still cant stop
Its now or never
I must go on if I succeed
Ill live forever
Now Im above the ocean
I just cant fall asleep
It sure is cold but Im still flying
Ill get to Paris, at least I hope
I really wonder
What I will find there, it has to be
A bit like London
Im getting lower I must take care
Dont feel like swimming
One night to go, I dream about
The Paris women
Im now above the ocean
Its hard to stay awake
Its very cold but Im still flying
Im still above the ocean
Its hard to stay awake
Its sure is cold but Im still flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying
