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 ...
 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 ...
 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 ...
 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 ...
 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 4: 30
 Maybe I'll see you up in the sky
 If we flap our wings and learn to fly
 Hey, fly away ...