Seems like yesterday, he crawled on all fours
Pushing pots around our kitchen floor
Now he’s tearin’ up the tires on his flatbed Ford.
Full-grown Mamma’s boy, he’s almost nineteen
Gonna miss her homemade ice cream
In his eyes, there’s a gotta go, moving on gleam…
And he’s found him a job…too far from our home
And he’s ready…to be on his own…

He’s gonna fly…
Fly away
He’ll kiss his Mom and dry her eyes
Say he’ll call… at least he’ll try
I’ll fake a smile at “ goodbye.”
‘Cause he’s gonna fly…high

She’s… eighteen candles with a southern drawl
Leading scorer in Y basketball
Always good for a Saturday stroll at the mall.
Classroom chatter gets her teachers annoyed
That don’t matter… she’s my pride and joy
Just last summer she figured out she kinda likes boys
And she’s made up her mind…to get her degree…
Come August… we’ll set her free…

She’s gonna fly…
Fly away
She’ll kiss her Mom and dry her eyes
Say she’ll call…at least she’ll try
I’ll fake a smile at “goodbye.”
‘Cause she’s gonna fly…high

We fed ‘em and bathed ‘em
Did our best to raise ‘em
Why don’t we know
How to let go…?

‘Cause they’re gonna fly…
Fly away
They’ll both kiss Mom and dry her eyes
Say they’ll call…at least they’ll try
I’ll fake a smile at “goodbye.”
‘Cause they’re gonna fly…
They’re gonna fly…
They’re gonna fly…
Fly Away.