Over me, fly away.
The king of good times ends this way.
Over him, fly away.
The king of good times starts today.
You're the kind of girl, whos the kind of girl
who'll put her foot down on a handful of quick sand
And why do I, have to be the guy?
Over me, fly away.
Come tonight and sing a song, sing a song that goes.
Come tonight, drink along. Drink along, who knows.
You're the kind of girl, whos the kind of girl
Who'll walk down the road to walk up the aisle.
Over me, fly away.
Go through the motions
Over me, fly away.
Fly down the aisle
