Billy Falcon Flying
The poet just stands there, watchin' life drag itself by
Tryin' to squeeze a rhyme out of what's makin' him cry
He steals from your mouth, he steals from your eyes
Takes what's dull and dirty, and pours you some wine
He listens like a safe crack for the tumblers to slot
When he gets it just right, the cage door unlocks
And he goes flyin'
Where no one can find him
Where nothin' can hurt him
He goes flyin'
He makes it all up, but somehow he makes you believe
Exactly how he wants it, that's how it's gonna read
He don't like the feel of his feet on the ground
Says maybe that's why his world's upside down
With a point on his pencil he's got control
His well-muscled body no prison can hold
He goes flyin'
Right out the window
Over the roof tops
He goes flyin'
La la, la la la, la la, la la la, la la
In between verses, he scared he's gone dry
Run out of adjectives to describe
The curl of her lip, the crimp of her eye
He sits in his cell until the next time
He goes flyin'
Where no one can find him
Where nothin' can hurt him
He goes flyin'
Right out the window
Over the roof top
He goes flyin'
Where nobody's leavin'
Where nobody's hurtin'
Where nobody's dyin'
He goes flyin'
He goes flyin'
He goes flyin'
La la, la la la, la la, la la la, la la
