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The Living Tombstone

Fly Home

 

Fly Home

(album: zero_one - 2020)


Pack a bag, hop in a car
Another day, another destination
Fly somewhere far
Gotta start fresh in a new location
Seems somewhat bizarre
Living life without a sovereign nation
Said make me a star
This is what you gotta do

In the air again
It's just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above
You miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome
But I've got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
'Til the birds fly home

Go to sleep somewhere new
Seven hours on a red eye flight
To meet someone who
Is supposed to give me all the answers
Learn something true
Another hundred thousand miles I flew
I'm just passing through
And it's all I ever do

I'm in the air again
It's just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above
You miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome
But I've got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
'Til the birds fly home
I'm gone, alone on top of the world
They say there's nothing wrong
Success is a wonderful whirlwind
But I'm lost at sea
It's a prison being free
It won't be long you'll see

Only 'til the birds fly home
I'll just be a voice over the phone
Destinations all unknown
Only 'til the birds fly home

Used to live simple life
In a single nondescript location
Stress, fam'ly strife
Sick and tired of the aggravation
So, wrote my songs
Try to make it big in my vocation
I'd prove them wrong
And did what I had to do

I'm in the air again
It's just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above
You miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome
But I've got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
'Til the birds fly home
I'm gone, alone on top of the world
They say there's nothing wrong
Success is a wonderful whirlwind
But I'm lost at sea
It's a prison being free
It won't be long you'll see

'Til the birds fly home
'Til the birds fly home

Fly home

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