C. W. McCall

Rollin' down the runway
thinkin' 'bout the one-way of my life
with another cup of coffee
and another lonesome city far behind
This old 747 will be flyin' over heaven
one more time
and the tears begin to fallin'
when i think about the mountains on my mind
But now the skies above are sunny
and it's time to say it's funny
how i never thought i'd ever fly this high
but maybe someday when it's over
when i'm just a little older
i can go back to the mountains on my mind
Flyin' through the night time
to a far off city skyline in the dawn
and a thousand lights below me
are like fireflies tryin' to tell me that i'm wrong
So i try to find a reason
to forget the changin' seasons in my mind
but the winds of time are blowin'
and i've gotta go on knowin' that i tried

'cause now i hear a different drummer
and i've used up all my summers
chasin' rainbows that i really didn't wanna find
but maybe someday when it's over
when i'm just a little older
i can go back to the mountains on my mind