Flying - Billy Falcon

The poet just stands there, watchin' life drag itself by

Tryin' to squeeze a rhyme out of what’s makin' him cry

He steals from your mouth, he steals from your eyes

Takes what’s dull and dirty, and pours you some wine

He listens like a safe crack for the tumblers to slot

When he gets it just right, the cage door unlocks

And he goes flyin'

Where no one can find him

Where nothin' can hurt him

He goes flyin'

He makes it all up, but somehow he makes you believe

Exactly how he wants it, that’s how it’s gonna read

He don’t like the feel of his feet on the ground

Says maybe that’s why his world’s upside down

With a point on his pencil he’s got control

His well-muscled body no prison can hold

He goes flyin'

Right out the window

Over the roof tops

He goes flyin'

La la, la la la, la la, la la la, la la

In between verses, he scared he’s gone dry

Run out of adjectives to describe

The curl of her lip, the crimp of her eye

He sits in his cell until the next time

He goes flyin'

Where no one can find him

Where nothin' can hurt him

He goes flyin'

Right out the window

Over the roof top

He goes flyin'

Where nobody’s leavin'

Where nobody’s hurtin'

Where nobody’s dyin'

He goes flyin'

He goes flyin'

He goes flyin'

La la, la la la, la la, la la la, la la