(c) 2009 Hoover/Stoeckel
He saw her for the first time in a background
Leaping, in full-color from those grays and browns
Appeared this flaming rocket with his heart on board
And off it soared.
And slowly circling, she nursed a small wand
Shooting tiny sparks, shocking the water in his rivers
Sending shivers to a soul she'd found
All up and down.
His arms at best could not contain her
She possessed the gift of flying
With amazement all eyes watched her
As she soared from sight.
He became aware she was an angel
And he wished that she'd come down and take him
With her in the clouds though she could drop him like a dime
He'd go anytime with Fly Girl.
Come fly with me
Read about how Jamie and Steve wrote Fly Girl.