[Verse 1] Strap me in, fire it up, Hear that turbine start to scream, Hands on the controls, And I'm living out the dream. Ground is falling underneath me, Sky is opening ahead, There's a thousand miles of freedom Where the roads have never led. [Pre-Chorus] No traffic lights, no painted lines, No one telling me where to go, Just the beat of the blades above And the world a thousand feet below. [Chorus] I LIVE FOR THE ROTORBLADES, I LIVE FOR THE OPEN SKY, WITH MY HANDS UPON THE CONTROLS, I WAS BORN TO FLY! Left, right, up and down, Turn it loose and let it roar, When I'm sitting in that pilot's seat I'M ALIVE LIKE NEVER BEFORE! [Verse 2] Tilt it forward, feel it bite, Feel the machine come alive, Every movement, every input, Keeps that bird up in the sky. No autopilot for my soul, No machine can take my place, It's just me and that helicopter And the wind across my face. [Pre-Chorus] I don't need a runway, I don't need a road, Give me somewhere I can lift away And I'll find my own way home. [Chorus] I LIVE FOR THE ROTORBLADES, I LIVE FOR THE OPEN SKY, WITH MY HANDS UPON THE CONTROLS, I WAS BORN TO FLY! Left, right, up and down, Turn it loose and let it roar, When I'm sitting in that pilot's seat I'M ALIVE LIKE NEVER BEFORE! [Guitar Solo] [Bridge – quieter, building] There's something about the morning, When the first light hits the ground, The engine starts to rumble And there's freedom all around. You leave the world behind you, You climb above the noise, And suddenly the only thing that matters Is the machine beneath your voice. [Breakdown] Hands on the controls... Eyes on the horizon... Rotor turning... Engine screaming... LET'S GO! [Final Chorus – BIG] I LIVE FOR THE ROTORBLADES, I LIVE FOR THE OPEN SKY, WITH MY HANDS UPON THE CONTROLS, I WAS BORN TO FLY! No road beneath my wheels, No ceiling over me, Just a helicopter climbing And a world I can finally see! I LIVE FOR THE ROTORBLADES! I LIVE FOR THE OPEN SKY! I'M NOT JUST ALONG FOR THE RIDE — I'M THE FUCKING PILOT, AND I FLY! [Outro] Rotor slowing... Engine cooling... Feet back on the ground... But tomorrow I'll be back up there. Because flying isn't what I do... It's who I am.
