If we were all born with a pylon between our eyes Would we notice the grass Through metal bars and siren cries?
I'm running on highways and dust I've never been home but I know I must
If I am a mouth that bit the hand that gave me life Then I'll kiss a chord Suck from melody, my fertile wife
I'm having some trouble thinking straight To put it in words I hate to put it in words
To long for the lark, a fickle wish, a fleeting wing But she won't be caught Tethered down, and forced to sing
I'm having some trouble seeing clear I'll never get home I fear
And I must be left, for a little while, to walk my road The ways back are shut now And I'll be left to tread alone I want to go homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
