Then we'll shoot across the sky So high, so high Ah-oh-ah-oh-ah We're on a symphony I'm feeling drunk and high Then we'll shoot across the Drink from me, drink from me (oh-ah-oh-ah) Oh, angels sent from up above Put your wings on me, wings on me

Sweet Memory Talking bout a sweet memory It goes round and round in my head Pretty soon I'll want the real thing instead But for now I got this sweet memory Sunny day Sunny day Not a cloud crosses the sky Not a tear comes to my eye On this sunny day

Ain't scared to ride this train Make a few marks, leave a few stains Might slam just a little too hard Might take it just a little too far Might burn out like a firework, Like a shooting star across the sky Yeah, they're sure gonna know we were here You

I can see you standing in every doorway Every night, a fleeting glimpse of candlelight Chases 'cross the atmosphere, but you're not here And I see the shape of moonlight on the cityscape But now the skyline wears a shroud I hear your voice in every crowd

I'll write your name Across the sky And take away the stars 'Cause you light up the night You as high as the moon When you're here with me That's why I'm gonna write your name For the world to see Another old name on the porch with the bottle

Please don't let my dreams run dry He just takes the tractor another round And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky." He gets up before the

When you shoot across the sky like a broken arrow It's so hard to keep yourself on the straight and narrow It's all I've got Yeah when you hit the ground It's hard to get to heaven when your falling hell bound Every break, every burn, every toss, every

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

In this collision of worlds Watch the new day dawn on a distant shore Collision of worlds At the first sign of morning light ol' glory's in the sky Across the pond, it's afternoon, and the union jack flies high We're on our first cup of coffee We're on

Fly, fighting fair Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved It's the code of the air From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel