Gatti Vision

Magical Flight

Gatti Vision


He sings along with the choir 
Dressed in schoolboy attire 
Just a spark to set off a fire 
The chorus soars through the night... 

So he pores through a record collection 
Establishes his connection 
He's leading a resurrection 
His fingers bleed through the night... 

But something inside him feels right 
As he trains everyday for the fight 
And the onlookers doubt, they can't figure him out 
Alone, he continues to write... 

And when he marches in, I'll be waiting 
But there's no time for celebrating 
For the course that he's navigating 
Can only end with his life... 

But what can I do? 
He rides on a white horse along Dreamer's Avenue 
And why can't he see? 
Without a real job, he will never be free (wait and see...) 

And when he comes back, I will be waiting 
Among the crowd congregating 
They're raining on his parading 
And overwhelming his sight 

And something inside him's not right 
'Cause he spent too long in the fight 
The demands pile on even after he's gone 
Embarked on a magical flight, embarked on a magical flight, embarked on a magical flight, embarked a magical flight!