[Intro – Bright Piano, Upbeat Guitar, Light Horn Stabs]
Stage lights flicker, curtain calls
Heartbeat echoes down the halls
Every step is unprepared
But somehow I’m still standing there
[Verse 1]
No script tucked inside my sleeve
Just the chaos I believe
Every stumble, every spin
Feels like where I should begin
They say timing is the key
But I just let it come to me
If it falls apart tonight
I’ll still step into the light
[Pre-Chorus]
As they say in showbiz, lad
(That’s the way it goes)
You lose some
(You win some!)
Still you smile through all the bad
(That’s the way it goes)
Take your shot
(Then let it go!)
[Chorus]
I can fly
(By the seat of my pants)
Come get high
(On your feet, let’s dance!)
No map, no plan
(Just take your chance)
I can fly
(By the seat of my pants)
[Verse 2 – Groove Builds, Drums Kick In]
Every spotlight feels too bright
Every moment out of sight
Still I lean into the fall
Like I’ve always known it all
Crowd is shifting, sound is loud
I get lost inside the crowd
But in losing track of ground
I keep spinning, still around
[Pre-Chorus]
If the critics take their shots
(Let them say what’s what)
You’ll forget them soon enough
(When the music’s up!)
[Chorus]
I can fly
(By the seat of my pants)
Come get high
(On your feet, let’s dance!)
No safety net, no second glance
(Just a wild, unplanned advance)
I can fly
(By the seat of my pants)
[Bridge – Breakdown, Funk Groove + Claps]
No rehearsal, no rewind
Just the rhythm in my mind
Every “maybe” turns to “go”
When I let the feeling show
If I fall, I’ll improvise
Turn the stumble to disguise
Every ending just becomes
Another place where I have fun
[Build – Rising Horns, Full Band Energy]
Hands up now, don’t think twice
Roll the dice, pay the price
Every moment starts to bend
Into where I’ll rise again
[Final Chorus – Big, Celebratory]
I can fly
(By the seat of my pants)
Come get high
(On your feet, let’s dance!)
No fear, no doubt, no second glance
(Just a fearless, messy dance)
I can fly
(By the seat of my pants)
[Outro – Crowd Noise, Piano Fade]
As they say in showbiz, lad…
That’s the way it goes…
Best of luck…
(Don’t F up)
Break a leg…
(Maybe beg)
And don’t look back…
In fact,
Fly high
(Fly high!)
From the album “Exit Strategy“