Fly Like The Wind
Christopher Cross
(C. Cross)

It is the night
My body's weak
I'm on the run
No time for sleep
I've got to Fly
Fly like the wind
To be free again

And I've got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I'll Fly like the wind
Fly like the wind

I was born the son of a lawless man
Always spoke my mind with a gun
in my hand
Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten
Gonna Fly like the wind

Accused and tried and told to hang
I was nowhere in sight when the
churchbells rang
Never was the kind to do as I
was told
Gonna Fly like the wind before I
get old