| 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, .... |