Flying To Orlando

{slow

dynamic building, sweet Hammond B3 organ vibrato,

soft dynamic guitar licks}

The rain is coming down on the windowpane

Cold wind is calling out my name

I bought a ticket to the southern skies

Where the sun is warm and the heat will rise

Flying down to Orlando

Leaving all the storms behind (ooh-yeah)

Flying down to Orlando

To find some peace of mind

Pack my bags and leave the chill today

No more looking at the heavy sky of lead

I can feel the palm trees in the breeze

Southern comfort putting me at ease

(mmmmm) {haunting Alto saxophone solo,

weeping and expressive} Orlando...

golden sunshine (ahhhh) Leaving the cold behind {guitar and

organ slowly

fade out}