Changes in atitudes changes in altitudes Songtext / Lyric

I took off for a weekend last fall
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the places and all of the races I wondered where they all disappeared
I didn't ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum who owned an old LS-1
And we wound up talkin' all night

'Bout those changes in atitudes Changes in altitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our climbing
And all of our running
If we couldn't soar we would all go insane

Makin' a turnpoint at some little airport
Reminds me of the places I've been
Memories of great flights that brought so much pleasure
Make me want to go back again
If my life suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to my fate
All I would need is the call to "proceed"
As I'm diving through St Peter's gate

It's those changes in atitudes Changes in altitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of the high flights
And all of the relights
If we couldn't soar we would all go insane

Sometimes when I'm working I look at the sky
And part of my heart takes a tow
I connect with a cloudstreet somewhere in West Texas
Oh God, how I'm ready to go
Then somebody taps on my shoulder
And I quickly get out of my plane
When they see the grin and they aks where I've been I don't even try to explain

'Bout those changes in atitudes Changes in altitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our climbing
And all of our running
If we couldn't soar we would all go insane
If we couldn't soar we would all go insane
If we wern't already crazy we would go insane