Santa Barbara, California - June 27, 1985   [Guitar]. I wish that I could fly into the sky so very high just like a dragonfly. I’d fly above the trees over the seas in all degrees to anywhere I please. Oh, I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah. I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go and see the stars, the milky way or even Mars where it could just be ours. Let’s fade into the sun, let your spirit fly where we are one just for a little fun, oh, oh, oh, yeah! I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah! I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah! [Bass]. I gotta get away, get away. Girl, I gotta get away, get away. Oh, oh, oh yeah! I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah! I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah. I gotta get away! I want to get away, I want to get away. I want to get away, I want to get away, yeah! I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah! Girl, I gotta get away! I want to get away, I want to get away. I want to get away, I want to get away, yeah! I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!Don’t try this at home unless you took flying lessons like I did. By the way, Wile E. Coyote (the super genius) was my teacher, LOL! (Photo by Rhonda the Surfer Girl)
 

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