Song parody of
Flying
by Robert Leslie
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These lazy days you waste with me
The flags and bottles in the trees
The price we pay for staying free
The colour of a life
No surprise to see you go
The ties we tried, the cards we showed
If anyone I oughta know
Been on the leaving side
So I won't try to change your heart
And I won't change your mind
I'm flying back home
Still caught up in your sideshow love
The spirit of the not enough
You hooked me on the harder stuff
Got stuck inside your sheets
Our high designs before the fall
Our costumes for the wrecking ball
We know the words before we call
Before the day we meet
But I won't try to fake your ways
And I won't waste your time
I'm just trying
Trying
Trying to know ya
A quiet stretch of highway dark
With rows of seats and passing cars
And now all the old familiar bars
The circles and the lies
And you there in your shantytown
Still dancing clear on slipping ground
The perfect sight, the perfect sound
No place for other ties
And I won't try to change my heart
But I won't change my mind
I'm flying
Flying
Flying - back home
These lazy days you waste with me
The flags and bottles in the trees
The price we pay for staying free
The colour of a life
No surprise to see you go
The ties we tried, the cards we showed
If anyone I oughta know
Been on the leaving side
So I won't try to change your heart
And I won't change your mind
I'm flying back home
Still caught up in your sideshow love
The spirit of the not enough
You hooked me on the harder stuff
Got stuck inside your sheets
Our high designs before the fall
Our costumes for the wrecking ball
We know the words before we call
Before the day we meet
But I won't try to fake your ways
And I won't waste your time
I'm just trying
Trying
Trying to know ya
A quiet stretch of highway dark
With rows of seats and passing cars
And now all the old familiar bars
The circles and the lies
And you there in your shantytown
Still dancing clear on slipping ground
The perfect sight, the perfect sound
No place for other ties
And I won't try to change my heart
But I won't change my mind
I'm flying
Flying
Flying - back home
