This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
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
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
Lyrics submitted by nightkite13
Fly Away Lyrics as written by Will Adams Stacy Ferguson
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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