Fly Away – Dan Bern – letras

Awful still out thereToo still for meWe used to go on outside wheneverSomething was open to buy some teaFeel like you could die hereMiddle of main street, plain as dayThe sun would bake you dryThe wind blow you awayEverybody’s shiftingSome people in the airHalf of me wants to crack the codeThe other half don’t careI wouldn’t bat an eyelidIf right now someone saidAll the folks you talking tooBeen a hundred years deadHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayHey, fly awayHey, sky is graySometimes I wanna fly planes into buildingsSo I stay away from planesI want sweet oblivion and outsideI want dripping rainTripping over my underwear and cigarette shelfThey say this river runs like freedomBut right now it’s gone dryThe water tower’s run dryThe sun’s falling outta the skyI don’t understand why I owe anybody anythingI feel like a tightrope walker and they took away my stringFeel like someone squeezed the juice out of my fruitLike everyone’s in sweat pants and I’ll only wear a suitUsed to feel like a Mexican bandit when I picked up my guitarNow it’s nuclear winter, I gotta pay for a new carHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayWhy is the car still running?Won’t someone turn it offWho is looking in my window?I heard somebody coughThings so important a few months backNow barely catch my interestI feel I’m losing trackOf people, of names, of places, and of friendsExcuse me for not keeping up with all the latest trendsHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayHey, fly awayHey sky is grayWell excuse me for behaving in a manner that seems rudeMost of my waking moments deal with finding foodSomething for my family, something for my nationDesigner boots for grandmaDesigner drugs for my patientsI’ve been infectedI’ve been dissectedI’ve been neglected and injected and inspectedDon’t be rejectedYou will be protectedSend me all your money so that I can get electedHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayWell I lost my sense of balanceAnd I lost my sense of smellIn a car accident near the liberty bellI lost my sense of timingI lost my sense of touch>From commercials and checking my e-mail too muchI have no tasteLots of folks tell me thatMy eyesight was pretty much shot right off the batAll that’s left is some skewed inner visionAnd some obsolete info on nuclear fissionHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayHey, fly awayHey, sky is grayWell I finally got this whole place to myselfThink I might go and strap myself downAnd sleep off this headacheSleep off this warAnd maybe my dreams will tell meWhat it all was forI might steal some clothes and get my face all dirtyRoll on the freight train, rolls in around 4:30Might see you up in the skyIf we flap our wings and learn to flyHey, fly awayHey, sky is gray