Fly Away

Say goodbye to yesterday,
because tomorrow's coming fast.
Past, present, future maybe,
who knows if it'll last?

Gone with the wind,
the past has flown;
your troubles, fears, and lies.
So pick up your broom, fly away,
and soar amongst the sky.

Smile and cry and laugh and sob
and make of what you can.
Live your life, forget regret,
and find a place to land.

Smile and cry and laugh and sob
and make of what you will.
Don't hold back, never hold back,
because time will never stand still.

So say goodbye to yesterday,
because tomorrow's coming fast.
Past, present, future maybe,
who knows if it'll last?