Texty: Eddy Arnold. Other. Heaven Below.

I fly the midwestern skyways each long day through
And I live for the nights when I glide down the runway lights to you
Then I'm up with the sun back on my run wanting and needing you so
Counting minutes till I can go down to heaven below
With the help of the tailwind through a cloudless blue
I can pick up some time to unwind and ease my mind with you
Then I'm up with the sun...
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Then I'm up with the sun