Fly
Fly, fly, fly
Whatcha say?
Whatcha gonna do?
Change your ways
Change your life
Change your point of view
Been so long since your feet felt the open air
So far back down the line
Were you even there?
It's so cold
The rain blows in your eyes
It's so cold
The days go flashing by
It's so cold
You've lost all track of time
It's so cold
You turn back into slime
Dream, dream, dream
Dream your life
Make it up from scratch
In your dream
You're the star
It's you who makes that catch
Can't hold on
Cannot grope
Your fingers will not clasp
Measurements fall apart
The tools, you cannot grasp
It's insane
You must be high on pot
It's insane
The air this man has got
It's insane
The stuff you must be on
It's insane
You wake up and it's gone
And you're on your way to work
And you still can't work it out
And you can't recall the details
Or what it was about
So you read a bunch of websites
And you study archetypes
But you throw away the answers
'Cause it's all a bunch of hype
And you're on your way to work
But you just can't work it out
And you can't recall the details
Or what it was about
So you hustle through your mornin'
And you waste your afternoon
And at night you still are wonderin'
If you'll dream again so soon
And you lay awake and wonder
And you never get your sleep
'Cause you're still waiting for the answer
But you never hear a peep
And you die alone and angry
And you're wrapped up in a shroud
And the world's far below you
And your feet are in the clouds
Whatcha say?
Whatcha gonna do?
Change your ways
Change your life
Change your point of view
Been so long since your feet felt the open air
So far back down the line
Were you even there?
It's so cold
The rain blows in your eyes
It's so cold
The days go flashing by
It's so cold
You've lost all track of time
It's so cold
You turn back into slime
Dream, dream, dream
Dream your life
Make it up from scratch
In your dream
You're the star
It's you who makes that catch
Can't hold on
Cannot grope
Your fingers will not clasp
Measurements fall apart
The tools, you cannot grasp
It's insane
You must be high on pot
It's insane
The air this man has got
It's insane
The stuff you must be on
It's insane
You wake up and it's gone
And you're on your way to work
And you still can't work it out
And you can't recall the details
Or what it was about
So you read a bunch of websites
And you study archetypes
But you throw away the answers
'Cause it's all a bunch of hype
And you're on your way to work
But you just can't work it out
And you can't recall the details
Or what it was about
So you hustle through your mornin'
And you waste your afternoon
And at night you still are wonderin'
If you'll dream again so soon
And you lay awake and wonder
And you never get your sleep
'Cause you're still waiting for the answer
But you never hear a peep
And you die alone and angry
And you're wrapped up in a shroud
And the world's far below you
And your feet are in the clouds
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Gungor
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