作词 : Martin White/Stephen O'Hagan
作曲 : Martin White/Stephen O'Hagan
Much of what I think is nothing much
Much of what I say is meaningless
And half is not worth saying anyway

And always either my mind's filled with sound
Or always it is full of songs of birds
That just go round and round and round and round

Without me, within me is empty
A valley where beingness goes
Without me, within me is empty
A valley where meaningness flows

Inside, I'm flying, I'm flying
Inside, I'm flying, I'm flying
Inside, I'm flying, I'm flying
Open the door and let me free

One step to betterness is tuning out
A stage of betterment is turning off
And not to burn out but fade away

Without me, within me is empty
A valley where beingness goes
Without me, within me is empty
A valley where meaningness flows

Inside, I'm flying, I'm flying
Inside, I'm flying, I'm flying
Inside, I'm flying, I'm flying
Open the door and let me free