No one should keep you down on the ground
It's your time to cut the kitestrings let the wind take you away
But I won't be surprised when you take off for the sky
'Cus angels are made to fly
And in the midnight hour
When loneliness shows off its powers babe, I'll sing for you
And Lord, Lord, Lord. I know You know the chords
For every tune we'll ever
Never sing
Guide us along so we might sing the song
Together again, my friend; a lover's pen could only get it right
So call up Mother Goose and send a fax to Dr. Seuss
Tell 'em don't you write a page that says the end
No one keep you down, down on the ground
It's your time to cut the kitestrings let the wind take you away
But I won't be surprised when you take off for the sky
'Cus angels are made to fly
Made to fly