Album: Aerie
Well, I wake up late in the afternoon
I eat my eggs to the evening news
and the sun’s gone down ‘fore I find my shoes
Music fills the air, but it’s all the blues
And she won’t let me fly away
she won’t let me fly away
Well, we got no heat and the window’s broke
The storm rains came, everything got soaked
And there’s no bread left, nothing here to smoke
Then the Lord looks down saying
Can’t you take a joke?
The palm tree’s just a picture on a postcard
The ocean’s just a memory in my dream
Then a man comes a T.V. selling soapsuds
To dirty up my rivers and my streams
Like a mystery movie without an end
When you think it’s over, it just begins
It’s not always true that the good guy wins
I Been Down So Long that I got the bends
And she won’t let me fly away
She won’t let me fly away
She won’t let me fly away
She won’t let me fly away
She won’t let me fly away