On the Wing piano leadsheet with chords

Breathe, and I'll carry you away tops into the velvet sky,

and we'll stir miles the stars around,

and watch them fall away

into the Hudson Bay, and plummet out of sight and sound.

The open summer breeze will sweep you through the hills,

where I live in the alpine heights,

below the Northern Lights, I spend my coldest nights alone,

awake, and thinking of the weekend we were in love.

(The weekend we were in love.

Home, a I'll mong these mountainway tops can be so awf'lly dull,

a thousand miles the from the tide,

but photos on the walls

of New York shopping malls distract me,

so I stay inside.

I wish the rockets stayed over the promenade,

'cause I would make a hook and eye

and fish them from the sky,

my darling, she and I, we're hanging on to take us high the weekend we were in love.

(The weekend we were in love.

to sing the world goodbye.

I am floating away,

lost in a silent ballet.

I'm dreaming you're out in the blue,

and I am right beside you,

awake to take in the view.

Late nights and early parades,

still photos and noisy arcades.

My darling, we're both on the wing,

look down and keep on singing,

and we can go anywhere.

Are you there?

Are you there,

or are you just a decoy dream in my head?

Am I home, or am I simply tumbling all alone?

Are you there?