| F | C | Am | G | |
| /+++ | +/++++ | /+++ | +/++++ | 
| F | C | Am | G | |
| Well I started | out | 
| F | C | Am | G | |
| down a dirty | road | 
| F | C | Am | G | |
| Started | out | 
| F | C | Am | G | |
| all | alone | 
| And the sun went down, | 
| as I crossed the hill | 
| And the town lit up, | 
| the world got still | 
| I'm learning to fly, | 
| but I ain't got wings | 
| Coming down | 
| is the hardest thing | 
| Well the good ol' days, | 
| may not return | 
| And the rocks might melt | 
| and the sea may burn | 
| I'm learning to fly, | 
| but I ain't got wings | 
| Coming down | 
| is the hardest thing | 
| G | G4 | G | G4 | |
| Well some say life | 
| will beat you down, | 
| break your heart, | 
| steal your crown | 
| So I've started out, | 
| for God knows where | 
| I guess I'll know | 
| when I get there | 
| I'm learning to fly, | 
| around the clouds, | 
| But what goes up | 
| must come down | 
| G | G4 | G | G4 | |
| I'm learning to fly, | 
| but I ain't got wings | 
| Coming down | 
| is the hardest thing | 
| I'm learning to fly, | 
| around the clouds, | 
| But what goes up | 
| must come down | 
| I'm learning to fly, .... | 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
