Lost Love - Charlie Christian

We’re sitting out here on the runway

Waiting for the plane to leave

And the captain says, «There'll be a short delay

Bear with me, please»

They gave us the usual hassle

«You can’t take those guitars on board»

But the boys in the band just smiled

Heard it all before

And as they’re starting to serve champagne

To the folks at the front of the plane

I can hear the engines roaring

We’re on our way

And we are flying home

I feel the freedom in my soul

Flying home at last

Flying home

I’ve got the freedom in my soul

And it’s four in the morning

My world is calling

Speeding through the universe tonight

The movie reminds of my lady

As she waits, «Where are those guys?»

Yes, it’s nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky

And now the sun is beginning to rise

It’s like looking down on Paradise

There’s a ball of fire that’s burning

Giving life

And we are flying home

I feel the freedom in my soul

Flying home at last

Flying home

I’ve got the freedom in my soul

And it’s four in the morning

My world is calling

Speeding through the universe tonight