One More Time

Richard Marx

Here we are in the prime of our lives
Thrown together like leaves in a twister
Really oughta be the time of our lives
We're nothin' but bruises and blisters

There's a matter of trust
That they can't take from us
And we'll find a way to survive

And we'll be high-yah
Hangin' out in the air
On a wing and a prayer
We'll just fly-yah
To the top of the sky, yeah
We're gonna be so high

I reminisce about the craziest things
Playin' my record of "help" till it was broken
A ball hittin' the glove so hard that it stings
Sleepin' without one eye wide open

Is it just in my head
Am I already dead
Or can I still take fate for a ride

And get high-yah
Hangin' out in the air
On a wing and a prayer
We'll just fly-yah
To the top of the sky
We're gonna be so high

We'll be high-yah
Hangin' out in the air
How long, we don't care
We'll just fly-yah
To the top of the sky, yeah
We're gonna be…
High