Sometimes a song doesn’t just land in your ears: it floats through your spirit, whispering to the quietest parts of your soul you forgot were still tender. That’s the space Eddy Mann walks into with “Fly, Fly Away,” his latest single off Turn Up the Divine.
No bells. No whistles. Just a man, a melody, and a message: Let go. It’s okay. In fact, it’s necessary.
Mann has always been more than a musician. He’s a storyteller, a spiritual locksmith turning everyday heartbreak into sacred gospel. “Fly, Fly Away” is no exception.It’s a handwritten note folded into a song, tucked under your pillow for the nights when faith feels like a rumor.
The lyrics don’t rage or plead. They don’t bargain. They accept.
“Fly away without a single lament / Fly away to where your heart’s content…”
Each line feels like a father’s benediction, a mother’s lullaby, a lover’s reluctant goodbye. It’s not mournful. It’s merciful.
Musically, it’s stripped down and feather-light, the way real emotion often demands. An acoustic guitar strums steady like a heartbeat. A Southern Gospel breeze moves through the chords. There’s a Philly soul undertone; subtle, like distant thunder you feel in your chest before you hear it in your ears. The production refuses to distract you from the truth Mann is handing over, warm and trembling.
If you’ve ever watched a bird launch off a branch into the unknown…wings shaky but determined…you’ll recognize the weightless ache captured here. Fly, Fly Away isn’t about escape. It’s about trust. About knowing when to loosen your grip before you crush the very thing you love most.
The video (find it on YouTube) doesn’t compete with the song’s spirit. It rides shotgun, all soft visuals and open skies, a reminder that the best goodbyes come without fanfare, just a hand on your back and a silent prayer on your lips.
Eddy Mann’s been in the trenches for decades now, crafting songs that walk the razor’s edge between Americana dust and sacred soul. He’s topped Christian and Americana charts, sure, but you get the feeling Mann would be writing these songs even if no one was listening. That’s what makes him dangerous in the best way: he’s not chasing a trend… he’s chasing truth.
In a world that glorifies hanging on, Mann offers a radical idea: maybe the holiest thing you can do is let go. Maybe grace sounds less like an anthem and more like a whispered goodbye.
For the ones carrying secret grief.
For the ones standing at the edge of a new beginning.
For the ones brave enough to admit that love sometimes means release.
“Fly, Fly Away” is your song.
Eddy Mann doesn’t just sing it. He lives it.
And if you let it, so will you.
–Lonnie Nabors
