There are no strings
That can tie him down
With cigarettes in his pocket
And a beer in his hand
He stares at the fire
He built with his friends
He is the King
King of the land.
Flying Eagle
Flying high
Howling at the moon
Under the summer sky
With wind in his hair
And stars in his eyes
He is free
He is free.
Sleeping where he wants
Finding a party or two
Calling up his woman
Making love to her too
She wonders why
He never wants to settle down.
He's free
He's the king
King of the land.
Flying Eagle
Flying high
Howling at the moon
Under the summer sky
With wind in his hair
And stars in his eyes
He is free
He is free.
With high hopes
And movie star dreams
He wants to be a hero
So his daughter believes
He leaves his audition
Then takes a pool stick
In his hand
He is the king
King of the land.
Flying Eagle
Flying high
Howling at the moon
Under the summer sky
With wind in his hair
And stars in his eyes
He is free
He is free.