Soaring high on the wind
Like the birds flying free in the sky
I don’t have wings but hey
I still can dream about all of the places
I would go if I could only make them real

Going – Going – Going – Going on!

Within my dreams, you see

The world is painted differently
It’s really unlike reality
Where nothing ever goes my way

Within this heart I’m holding
There’s a spring overflowing
I’ll brush away all the haze that may come my way

Nothing can hold me down
‘Cause the dream I see is crystal Clear

This is it! This is it!
I can’t wait to give this feeling a name
Every emotion filling me with

So much happinеss
I feel like I might cry
Soaring high on the wind
Like thе birds flying free in the sky
I don’t have wings but hey
I still can dream about all of the places
I would go if I could only make them real

Going – Going – Going – Going on!