Don't turn on the radio
Sing me something original
Sing it like the old boy
Twelve bar blues he's paid his dues

Don't listen to the media
Plotting mass hysteria
Listen to the wind blow
As you roll your windows down

You're headed out of town
You've heard enough of the city sound
Your hopes are high but your head is down
Don't you dare forget why you left it all behind

You're free, nah
Free from all the lies

Let go of everything that keeps you low
And baby let's get high
Of li-li-li-li-li-life
Just say the word and I will meet you half way

I-I really missed you, that's all you gotta say
And babe I'm on my way
Just say the word I'm there
Watch out here I come

I don't know what I've been told
I'm falling in love and it's out of control

Look at her. I'm packing her bags
Like she's in love
Oh, look at me. I'm pacing in circles
Waiting on a phone call

[background:
Christopher: *laughing* Aye aye aye, this is too much fun, man.]
[Ian Crawford: Seriously it is way too much fun]

Up and away, up and awa-way
Up-up and away, up and away yeah
I don't know what I've been told
I'm falling in love and it's out of control
Up and away, up and away