Long you live and high you'll fly and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry and all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.
I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.
For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave.
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They're gonna love you...And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the Gravy Train.