Testo Changes In Atitudes Changes In Altitudes

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