Newark Wilder

Lane driver
The forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants to put you down
But I know everybody's gonna put me down
I want you

Because I'm rushing to feel you
But I won't set you down, I don't need to
Because I'm rushing to feel you
But I won't set you down, I don't need to

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Don't try, try, try, try, try
It's a brand-new era, it feels great
It's a brand-new era, but it came too late

She won't let you know
That I need a right to touch her
She won't let you wait for me
For me to touch you

Crowds of the people and voices
And steeples and wedding rings
Wild are the horses, and break-up divorces
And separate rooms from

My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so bad
So, so bad, so, so bad

She won't let me break you out
When the picture's cut in
Three of us is enough
It's the simple stuff I need (can't you see?)
Can't you see the stuff I need?

Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Can't you stuff?
Can't you stuff me?
Stuff me
Stuff me