Flying Songtext
von Stan Rogers

It was just like strapping ′em on and starting again
Coaching these kids to the top and calling them men
I was a third round pick in the NHL
And that's three years of living in hell
And going up flying and going home dying
My life was over the boards and playing the game
And every day checking the papers and finding my name
And Dad would go crazy when the scouts would call
He′d tell me that I'd have it all


Ninety-nine of us trying, only one of us flying
And every kid over the boards listens for the sound
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the junior A
Dreaming of that miracle play
And going up flying, going home dying

I tell them to think of the play and not of the fame
If they got any future at all it's not in the game
′Cause they′ll be crippled and starting all over again
Selling on commission, remembering when they were flying
Remembering dying

And every kid over the boards listens for the sound
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the junior A
Dreaming of that miracle play
And going up flying, going home dying


And every kid over the boards listens for the sound
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the junior A
Dreaming of that miracle play
And going up flying, going home dying