Yo' Chill, Chill, Let Me out and Watch You Fly
WATCH YOU FLY
It's cold here and it's dry
So high above the Earth, the sky is
Stars turn at your request
This way might be better
Might be best
But through every bank and turn
As you wheel across the sky
I'll right off your wing
And I'll watch you fly
Writer/s: Jim Dexter, John Tabacco
