On Any Sunday , looking back on the crowd From the far out place I found Screaming inside of me , and laughing out loud I ’ m losing contact with the ground , I ’ m flyin ’
Over my shoulder through the dust I ’ m calling “ Run wild and catch me if you can ” On Any Sunday I ’ m a flyin ’ man
Free as the wind , faster than time , reason and rhyme are running behind Tasting the sun , feeling the earth , knowing my worth and freeing my mind ...
On Any Sunday , like the tail of a kite Flying and dancing in the wind I ’ d like to break the string and drift out of sight I may not pass this way again .. I ’ m Flyin ’
Over my shoulder through the dust I ’ m calling “ Run wild and catch me if you can ” On Any Sunday I ’ m a Flyin ’ Man
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