Sundown on a January Sunday
a blast from the past caught me
by surprise although we have
been estranged someone could
of told me you died, now I am
in mourning regretting that we
never got to reconcile so but with
tears in my eyes on this cold, cold
January night in the shadow of
a full moons light I say I\'m sorry
I know I could of been a better
son but a wild horse will run...
But now you can put your wings
up, put your wings up, put your
wings up and fly but please
daddy please don\'t forget me
over on the other side...
But put your wings up, put your
wings up, put your wings up
and FLY, just go on and FLY
now FLY, just FLY!