Verse 1: Back into hist’ry, two brothers were born
Will and Orville, had a dream they sworn
A thing so crazy, all the people laughed
But all of this, won’t break their path
“A fatal obsession”, is all people said
“If you keep this up boys, you may just wind up dead!”

“Gotta keep our eyes on the circling skies”
Dumbfound exploring, how to get us soaring by

Verse 2: Flight’s the object, on the edge of their break
No need to deflect, they thought they thought of all it’d take
No blueprints either, to lie out their plans
A problem indeed, is hard in hand
Two souls’ invention, just trying to fly
The mission’s grounded, but determined to try

“Gotta keep our eyes on the circling skies”
Dumbfound exploring, how to get us soaring by

Verse 3: Three-axis control, was the answer to prayer
It allowed steering, but it still kept all men in the air
Across the clouds, they see their machine fly
Out of the corner of their watering eyes
A dream that’s realized, by 1903
Well thanks Wright bros
Now I can go to Maui
There’s no sensation to compare to this
Invented aviation, that we all missed

And they kept their eyes on the circling skies
Damn good exploring, that did get us soaring by