[Intro \u2013 Bright Piano, Upbeat Guitar, Light Horn Stabs]
\nStage lights flicker, curtain calls
\nHeartbeat echoes down the halls
\nEvery step is unprepared
\nBut somehow I\u2019m still standing there<\/p>\n
[Verse 1]
\nNo script tucked inside my sleeve
\nJust the chaos I believe
\nEvery stumble, every spin
\nFeels like where I should begin<\/p>\n
They say timing is the key
\nBut I just let it come to me
\nIf it falls apart tonight
\nI\u2019ll still step into the light<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus]
\nAs they say in showbiz, lad
\n(That’s the way it goes)
\nYou lose some
\n(You win some!)
\nStill you smile through all the bad
\n(That\u2019s the way it goes)
\nTake your shot
\n(Then let it go!)<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nI can fly
\n(By the seat of my pants)
\nCome get high
\n(On your feet, let’s dance!)
\nNo map, no plan
\n(Just take your chance)
\nI can fly
\n(By the seat of my pants)<\/p>\n
[Verse 2 \u2013 Groove Builds, Drums Kick In]
\nEvery spotlight feels too bright
\nEvery moment out of sight
\nStill I lean into the fall
\nLike I\u2019ve always known it all<\/p>\n
Crowd is shifting, sound is loud
\nI get lost inside the crowd
\nBut in losing track of ground
\nI keep spinning, still around<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus]
\nIf the critics take their shots
\n(Let them say what\u2019s what)
\nYou\u2019ll forget them soon enough
\n(When the music\u2019s up!)<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nI can fly
\n(By the seat of my pants)
\nCome get high
\n(On your feet, let’s dance!)
\nNo safety net, no second glance
\n(Just a wild, unplanned advance)
\nI can fly
\n(By the seat of my pants)<\/p>\n
[Bridge \u2013 Breakdown, Funk Groove + Claps]
\nNo rehearsal, no rewind
\nJust the rhythm in my mind
\nEvery \u201cmaybe\u201d turns to \u201cgo\u201d
\nWhen I let the feeling show<\/p>\n
If I fall, I\u2019ll improvise
\nTurn the stumble to disguise
\nEvery ending just becomes
\nAnother place where I have fun<\/p>\n
[Build \u2013 Rising Horns, Full Band Energy]
\nHands up now, don\u2019t think twice
\nRoll the dice, pay the price
\nEvery moment starts to bend
\nInto where I\u2019ll rise again<\/p>\n
[Final Chorus \u2013 Big, Celebratory]
\nI can fly
\n(By the seat of my pants)
\nCome get high
\n(On your feet, let’s dance!)
\nNo fear, no doubt, no second glance
\n(Just a fearless, messy dance)
\nI can fly
\n(By the seat of my pants)<\/p>\n
[Outro \u2013 Crowd Noise, Piano Fade]
\nAs they say in showbiz, lad\u2026
\nThat\u2019s the way it goes\u2026<\/p>\n
Best of luck\u2026
\n(Don’t F up)
\nBreak a leg\u2026
\n(Maybe beg)
\nAnd don\u2019t look back\u2026
\nIn fact,
\nFly high
\n(Fly high!)<\/p>\n