Fly Away
Awful still out here, too still for me
I'm used to going outside whenever
And something's open, buy some tea
Feel like you could die here
Middle of main street, plain as day
And the sun would bake you dry
And the wind blow you away
Everybody's shifty
Some secret's in the air
Half of me wants to crack the code
The other half don't care
I wouldn't bat an eyelid
If right now someone said
Boy, the folks you're talking to
Have been a hundred years dead
Hey, fly away
Hey, sky is gray
I don't understand
Why I owe anybody anything
I feel like a tightrope walker
And they took away my string
Feel like someone squeezed
The juice out of my fruit
Like everyone's in sweatpants
And I alone still wear a suit
I used to feel like a Mexican bandit
When I picked up my guitar
Now it's nuclear winter
And I gotta pay for a new car
Hey, fly away
Hey, sky is gray
Why is the car still running?
Won't someone turn it off?
Who's looking in my window?
I heard somebody cough
Things so important a few months back
Now barely catch my interest
I feel I'm losing track of people
Of names, of places, and of friends
Excuse me for not keeping up
With all the latest trends
Hey, fly away
Hey, sky is gray
Well, excuse me for behaving
In a manner that seems rude
Most of my waking moments
Deal with finding food
Something for my family
Something for my nation
Designer boots for grandma
Designer drugs for my patients
I have been rejected
I have been collected
I have been injected
And inspected and infected
Don't be dejected
You will be protected
Send me all your money
So that I can get elected
Hey, fly away
Hey, sky is gray
Well, I lost my sense of balance
And I lost my sense of smell
In a car accident near the Liberty Bell
I lost my sense of timing
And I lost my sense of touch
From commercials
And checking my e-mail too much
I have no taste, lots of people tell me that
My eyesight was pretty much shot right off the bat
All that's left is some skewed inner vision
And some obsolete info on nuclear fission
Hey, fly away
Hey, sky is gray
Well, I got this town to myself finally
Think I'll go and park myself underneath a tree
And sleep off this headache and sleep off this war
Maybe my dreams will tell me what it all was for
I might steal some clothes and get my face all dirty
And hop on the freight train that rolls in around four thirty
Maybe I'll see you up in the sky
If we flap our wings and learn to fly
Hey, fly away
Hey, sky is gray