Race Your Own Line

The sun breaks gold on a field of wings We trade the ground for a sky washed clean Headphones crackle as the prop tips sing We chase the best line that we've ever seen It ain't the fastest plane that claims the day It's how you read the wind and hold your way Throttle to the morning, we were born to climb Chasing our own shadow, gaining on the time Wheels off the runway with nothing to lose This is the spirit and the freedom we choose From the high plains down to the river bends We carry the names that flew before Mothers and daughters, our lifelong friends Throttle wide open, we're chasing more It ain't the trophy waiting at the end It's every mile you fly beside a friend Throttle to the morning, we were born to climb Chasing our own shadow, gaining on the time Wheels off the runway with nothing to lose This is the spirit and the freedom we choose Mount Vernon's waiting where the route runs out The whole town gathers as the engines shout Wheels on the numbers, hear the home crowd roar We flew our own race and we're home once more Spirit and freedom, we answer the call Spirit and freedom, it's flying for all Spirit and freedom, we answer the call Spirit and freedom, one sky for us all Throttle to the morning, we were born to climb Chasing our own shadow, gaining on the time Wheels off the runway with nothing to lose This is the spirit and the freedom we choose Race your own line, race your own line Wheels off the runway, the whole sky's mine