In his imagination, he's flying high,
His thoughts are wings taking him up into the sky.
In his imagination he is anywhere,
When he floats back down to earth,
He doesn't want to live there.

Tonight he's working the midnight shift, arriving at ten,
Learning how slowly twelve can turn into seven AM.
He's up to his eyes in stuff he'll despise,
The same as every weekday.
But inside his head he's easily led,
And in his imagination he's,
Flying away in his imagination.
He's flying away in his imagination.

He tells me his mother says he should be glad to be employed,
Unlike so many young folk today, but he's not exactly overjoyed.

He's up to his eyes in stuff he'll despise,
The same as every weekday.
But inside his head he's easily led,
And in his imagination he's,
Flying away in his imagination.
He's flying away in his imagination.

Monday evening I see he's back with a smile on his face.
Says he's had a call from London and been offered a place.
He's leaving next week, the future's not bleak,
He's going to be an artist.
He's got an idea, could be a career,
He knows he's one of the smartest.

Flying away through his imagination,
Flying away in his imagination.
He's flying away, in his imagination.
He's flying away, in his imagination

Flying away through his imagination.
Flying away in his imagination.
He's flying away in his imagination.
He's flying away in his imagination.

“En su imaginacion, el esta volando alto,
Sus pensamientos son alas que le le llevaron al cielo.
En su imaginacion esta en cualquier lugar,
Cuando flota de regreso a la tierra,
El no quiere vivir alli.
Esta noche esta trabajando en el turno de medianoche, llegando a las diez,
Aprendiendo lentamente como doce puede convertirse en siete AM.
Esta hasta el cuello de cosas que desprecia,
Es lo mismo cada dia de trabajo.
Pero dentro de su cabeza el se deja llevar facilmente,
Y en su imaginacion el,
Vuela lejos en su imaginacion.
El vuela lejos en su imaginacion.
El me dice que su madre dice que deberiamos estar agradecidos de tener trabajo,
A diferencia de gente joven como muchos hoy en dia, pero no esta exactamente contento.
Esta hasta el cuello de cosas que desprecia,
Es lo mismo cada dia de trabajo.
Pero dentro de su cabeza el se deja facilmente llevar,
Y en su imaginacion el,
Vuela lejos en su imaginacion.
El vuela lejos en su imaginacion.
Lunes por la noche veo que vuelve con una sonrisa en el rostro.
Dice que tenia una llamada de Londres y le han ofrecido un lugar.
Se va la semana que viene, el futuro no es sombrio,
Va a ser un artista.
El tiene una idea, podria hacer una carrera,
El sabe que es uno de los mas inteligentes.
Volando lejos a traves de su imaginacion,
Volando lejos en su imaginacion.
El esta volando, en su imaginacion.
El esta volando, en su imaginacion

Volando lejos a traves de su imaginacion.
Volando lejos en su imaginacion.
Esta volando en su imaginacion.
Esta volando en su imaginacion.”

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