David Hallyday - High

How many moments ? Tell me, what precious time
Fell through your fingers like sand ?
Love turned away from what untended fire
Died in the palm of your hand ?
Now you understand - you're
High, high, up high enough to dream
There are places yet undreamed of
Your heart so yearns to go when you fly
High, high, up high enough to see
There are roads that lead you nowhere
And roads that lead you home
You've slain the dragon, it was you all the time
You've touched the power of love
All of the pieces falling in place
Seeing all you've become worthy of
Through the eyes of the dove - flyin'
High, high, up high enough to dream
There are places yet undreamed of
Your heart so yearns to go when you fly
High, high, up high enough to see
There are roads that lead you nowhere
And roads that lead you home