I am fare thee well now I am strong I am goodbye I'm a long way from home I am an orchard At the start of Spring I am a mockingbird I love to sing I'm gonna fly... I'm gonna fly I am an old road Walking on my feet I am laughing 'neath The weeping willow tree I am a dog barking A honeybee sting I ain't no angel But I've got my wings I'm gonna fly... I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly... I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly... I'm gonna fly I am moving I am flesh and bones I am a gunshot With a microphone I'm a boy at the window As the summer sun sets An old man in winter Nothing more, nothing less I'm gonna fly... I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly