Jackson Chatman

Lyrics

I’m Learning How to Fly
Copyright J. Randall Studios All rights reserved. Revisited 2024

Male Vocals, Saxophone, Violin, Piano, Synth, chillwave
Male Vocala, Saxophone, Violin, Piano, Chillwave
jazz saxophone, orchestra, soundtrack
(Musical Intro)
(Guitar ) (Saxophone)
(Verse 1)

It’s better not to listen to the radio
It’s better if I don’t read the letters you wrote,
It’s better if I don’t drive down our old street,
Every turn’s a memory I can’t defeat.
(Pre-Chorus)
If I didn’t make mistakes, would I be trying
I’d be lying face down screaming and crying
(Chorus)
But every fall's a lesson, every tear’s a sign,
That the road keeps moving, and so do I.
Ah-ho-ho, I keep rising, chasing after the sky,
Through all the pain, I’m learning to fly.
I’m learning how to fly.

(Verse II)
It’s better if I don’t look at my cell phone
It’s better if I don’t sit under our old tree,
It’s better if I don’t drive past the lake,
Where we’d dreamed of the chances we’d take.
(Pre-Chorus)
If I didn’t make mistakes, would I be trying
I’d be lying face down screaming and crying
(Chorus)
But every fall's a lesson, every tear’s a sign,
That the road keeps moving, and so do I.
Ah, I keep rising, chasing after the sky,
Through all the pain, I’m learning to fly.
I’m learning how to fly.
I’m learning how to fly.

(Bridge)
But no matter how far I try to run,
Your shadow lingers at the edge of the sun
The places we’ve been, the love we’ve made,
They’re carved in my soul, and they just won’t fade.

(Musical Interludio)
(piano or Saxophone)
(Verse III)
It’s better if I don’t walk by the old school
It’s better If I don’t sit alone in my car
It’s better if I don’t look up at the stars,
They feel so distant and so very far
(Pre-Chorus)
If I didn’t make mistakes, would I be trying
I’d be lying face down screaming and crying
(Chorus)
But every fall's a lesson, every tear’s a sign,
That the road keeps moving, and so do I.
Ah, I keep rising, chasing after the sky,
Through all the pain, I’m learning to fly.
I’m learning how to fly.

(Outro)
But the wind keeps calling, pushing me high,
Through the pain, I’m learning how to fly.
I’m learning how to fly… Ah oh
I’m learning how to fly… Ah oh

(Musical Interlude)
(Violine) (Saxophone)

(End)

I’m learning how to fly… Ah oh
I’m learning how to fly… Ah oh

Through all the pain, I’m learning to fly.
I’m learning how to fly.
I’m learning how to fly… Ah oh
I’m learning how to fly… Ah oh

(Musical Interlude)
(Violine) (Saxophone)

(End)



(Fade Out Musical)