David Mallett - Off the ground

^Asus2Now the old man was a far^G6mer, ^Asus2But his head was in the ^G6sky. ^Asus2He worked everyday but ^G6Sunday, 'Till the day he ^Ddied.

^Asus2He'd search for rain and ^G6thunder, ^Asus2And listen for that ^G6sound. ^Asus2And in the dry years he went ^G6under, And never got off the ^Dground, never got off the ground.

^Asus2Now we all say when we're ^G6younger, ^Asus2That we will do great ^G6things. ^Asus2Me I used to have a ^G6hunger, To wear a pilots ^Dwings.

^Asus2But the circles that I ^G6ran in, ^Asus2Kinda' turned my head a^G6round. ^Asus2And the planes I had my ^G6plans in, Never got off the ^Dground, never got off the ground.

^FDon't raise your hopes, I ^Dhear so many say, ^FThe higher they get, ^Cthe closer they are, To ^F#mfly..^Ging a^Dway, ^F#mFly..^Ging a^Dway.

^Asus2We all say thay are but for ^G6fortune, ^Asus2Is the way it should have ^G6been. ^Asus2If we could take a bigger ^G6portion, We'd fill our hands a^Dgain.

^Asus2Now you see us on the ^G6sidewalks, ^Asus2And in the parks all over ^G6town. ^Asus2We're the people who've taken ^G6flight, And never got off the ^Dground, never got off the ground.

^FDon't raise your hopes, I ^Dhear so many say, ^FThe higher they get, ^Che closer they are, To ^F#mfly..^Ging a^Dway, ^F#mFly..^Ging a^Dway.