On Air

(elliott, english)

Where does a dream belong
Locked in the mind on the edge of time
Like a ship lost in a storm
How do we find the key
Longing to see, through the artist's eye
Maybe only birds can fly

The man must be insane who knows
A mind alive with images so strange
So close but never rode the sky

Watching the birds as they sail on the wind
Trying to figure out the reason why
Picturing wings held together with string
One day to fly

Someone said and i believe
Try if you dare, you can walk on air
A dream is all you need
A circle that takes you high
Lighter than air as the earth goes by
Through a spiral in the sky

The man must be insane who knows
A mind alive with images so strange
So close but never rode the sky

Watching the birds as they sail on the wind
Trying to figure out the reason why
Picturing wings held together with string

Just a charcoal sketch on canvas
Made them laugh but now they see
That the artist had a vision
That the wind could set us free
It's a bridge until tomarrow
Taking us beyond the sun
As the artist paints his picture
The story's just begun

Analyzing, criticizing
Fear of the unknown
Theorizing, visualizing
The road to take us home
If it takes forever
Someone's gonna fly
We may never get to heaven
But still we're gonna try

Watching the birds
As they sail on the wind
One day to fly

Vocals- graham dye
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Piano and keyboards gary sanctuary
The philharmonia orchestra conducted by andrew powell

(instrumental)
(bairnson, elliott, parsons)

Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass synth ian bairnson
Keyboards alan parsons and gary sanctuary

(bairnson)

We say welcome to the mission
Show us all what you can do
We need a man with vision
So we put our trust in you
And now we hope sincerely
That you'll do the best that you can do

Oh for sure it won't be easy
And we will have to risk our lives
Some will try to break us
And cut us down to size
But jsut remember
There can be no consolation prize
Not in our eyes

It's a long way to go
We can't wait one more day
We need someone to light up the way
We may run out of time
Can you hear what we say?
Because heaven is so far away

Although time is getting short
There's still some sand left in the glass
And now we have a living breathing
Rocket man at last
It's time to take a step
And nail our colours to the mast

No more talk of great adventures
When it's movement that we need
It must be our intention
That we never loose the lead
So count us down to zero
And let's get up to speed
We're up and away

It's a long way to go
We can't wait one more day
We need someone to light up the way
We may run out of time
So believe what we say?
Because heaven is so far away

And so now they cry for justice
As if justice will be done
But the eye up in the sky
Was flying to close to the sun
The challenger has fallen
And the race has now been run....

Vocals- christopher cross
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Keyboards gary sanctuary

(bairnson, elliott, parsons)

What's the use of worrying
If we'll be here tomarrow
All we need to be is here today
Don't care if you're rich
Or if you have to beg and borrow
You can always find a way
Dive and breakaway

Fall free
Freedom's in the air
It's calling you
Your heart is there
Fall free
Blaze accross the sky
The perfect fall
The perfect high

Mother earth looks peaceful
As we climb towards the ceiling
We must be ten thousand feet or more
Hear the windrush screaming
While we fight to curb our feelings
As we stand beside the door
Let our spirits soar

Fall free
Freedom's in the air
It's calling you
Your heart is there
Fall free
Blaze accross the sky
The perfect fall
The perfect high

Vocal steve overland
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Keyboards gary sanctuary and richard cottle
Additional backing vocals peter beckett

(inspired by rob harris, world champion skysurfer)

(parsons, bairnson, elliott)

There must be a thousand ways
Holding us within this maze
Every path we take leads us astray
Comfort me my only son
Till the day my work is done
There's no earthly reason we should stay

And when the wind gets under these wings
You will feel what freedom brings
Stay right by me, walk don't run
I don't want you flying too close to the sun

Turn your eyes towards the light
Steal away in silent flight
The skies are calling out to you and me
Over sea and over land
God protect us with your hand
Bring us safely to our destiny

And now the wind is under our wings
We can taste what freedom brings
Stay right by me, walk don't run
I don't want you flying too close to the sun

God forgive his fall from grace
The sea conceals his resting place
Can we learn to stay behind the line
If we have the means to fly
Some of us will surely die
Being reckless was his only crime

And now the wind is under our wings
We can taste what freedom brings
Stay right by me, walk don't run
I don't want you flying too close to the sun

Vocal niel lockwood
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Keyboards gary sanctuary, richard cottle and alan parsons
Saxophone richard cottle

(elliott, parsons, bairnson)

Vocal john f. kennedy
Guitars ian bairnson
Drum programing stuart elliott
Keyboards gary sanctuary, richard cottle, stuart elliott, and alan parsons