If I could learn how to fly. My feet would never though the ground. I'd never have to say goodbye. I wouldn't have to make a sound. I could give away this heart.
You call me baby with that look in your eye. A poster child for the mojo fly. You click your fingers and they fall at your feet. Well I'm drivin' home but it ain't your street.
Sometimes you walk like an angel. Sometimes you walk like a man. Sometimes you crawl like a baby. Makes me forget who I am. Have you ever been held before.
I sold my last hard bible. Just to pay my bills. I called my mother. To reserve me in her will. And the pay I'm getting every Thursday night. Well it just don't seem enough.