Copyright © Frank Brannon 2005
Riding along on my Western Flyer
Training wheels are lying on the street
Dad was there but his legs got tired
Please when I land let me land on my feet
Chorus
On my feet on my feet let me land on my feet
I really like riding along
Life could be simple and life could be sweet
Once I have learned to land on my feet
Wind in my hair my life is in my two hands
My heart is thumping like a big marching band
I am out on the open road free at last
Ain’t life a trip ain’t this flyer a blast
Chorus
Bridge
Riding the flyer is about balance and speed
Conquering fears and letting go
Faith and your friends will get you back up again
Get ready get set and just go
Riding along on my Western Flyer