nothing in my life works just right everythings a little bit broken i try to patch it up but it’s never enough when i put out the fire they’re still smoknig miracles used to happen everyday now we’re stuck with cable news all the talking heads make me wish i were dead i wanna ride with athena and zues
on the airplane to tomorrow got my ticket, i’m ready to go
on one side is the dim of the night on the other the bright of daytime you’ll have to confer which you prefer or else you’re some kind of traitor men with long hair always seem to scare me like the lioness protecting her young dressed up nice at the den mother’s advice and heading out towards the setting sun
on the airplane to tomorrow we’re gonna go where they can’t follow where the dreams are heavy and the heads aren’t hollow gonna go where it’s all o all o k
