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Flying (Stan Rogers)

It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again,
Coaching these kids to the top and calling them men;
I was a third-round pick in the NHL,
And that's three years of living in hell,
And going up flying, and going home dying.

My life was over the boards and playing the game,
And every day checking the papers and finding my name;
My dad would go crazy when the scouts would call,
He'd tell me that I'd have it all,
Ninety-nine of us trying, only one of us flying.

And every kid over the boards listens for the sound,
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town;
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A,
Dreaming of that miracle play,
And going up flying, going home dying.

I tell them to think of the play and not of the fame.
If they've got any future at all, it's not in the game;
'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all over again,
Selling on commissions and remembering,
When they were flying, remembering dying.

And every kid over the boards listens for the sound,
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town;
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A,
Dreaming of that miracle play,
And going up flying, going home dying.

####.... Stan Rogers, 1983 ....####
Recorded by Stan Rogers (From Fresh Water, trk#8, Cole Harbour Music, 1984 LP; Fogarty's Cove Music, 1990 CD; Borealis Records 2012 CD; produced by Paul Mills for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation; mixed at Studio 4S in June-August 1983; remastered at Lacquer Channel, Toronto, Ontario, 1990).

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