The final of three original songs in Kelvoo's Testimonial, Flying Away is a spacefarer's song of the "outlier humans". Intended, perhaps, to provide strength to those being left behind, the song might be performed by the crew of a spaceship before they depart on a hazardous voyage.

If the journey ends with the death of the crew, the song reassures the crew's family and friends that they will always be around, if only in spirit.

In Kelvoo's Testimonial, the crew of Jezebel's Fury do not perform the song prior to the start of a new journey... at least not a "journey" in the usual sense of the word.
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​At the end of the day, I’ll be flying away,
traveling through the great, vast abyss.
I’ll be missing you so, with a heart full of woe,
when we’re parted and I reminisce.

If my ship’s good and true, I shall fly back to you,
to your love and your touch and your kiss.
By your side I shall stay, until my dying day,
with our lives full of heavenly bliss.

But if I should die, I beg you to try
to forgive me and know that I care.
In the night sky afar, just spy a bright star,
and trust that my spirit is there.
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I’ll be twinkling, you’ll see, with a love that’s set free,
as my spirit shines down upon thee.

Home on the Yangtze, great river I treasure,
long may your course twist and turn.
Peace and contentment and wealth beyond measure.
To your broad shores I’ll return.

Boating and fishing and swimming and staying
carefree in warm summer sun.
Pandas and lions and antelope playing.
Blue whales on their downstream run.

Yangtze oh Yangtze, they sent us away
far from your ice floes so grand.
Ripped from your warm embrace,
flung away into space,
off to a sad, distant land.

Home on the Yangtze, the girls are so pretty,
willing to please every day.
Doing as they’re told, whether young or old,
I’ll be back with them someday.
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Basking in sunshine, drinking your waters,
I’ll be the picture of health.
Panning your gold or picking your diamonds,
endlessly living in wealth.

Yangtze oh Yangtze, they sent us away,
far from your ice floes so grand.
Ripped from your warm embrace,
flung away into space,
off to a sad, distant land.

Home on the Yangtze, I’m coming back to thee
brimming with vengeance and wrath.
I’m going to smite those that took you away from me,
striking them down in my path.

Some fine day, we’ll attack; I’ll get my Yangtze back,
with God’s grace vanquish the foe.
Rivers of blood, shall form a great flood,
blending with your glorious flow.

Yes, rivers of blood, shall form a great flood,
blending with your glorious flow.