Fly Away
Fly away on the back of a second-hand shop
Draw the curtains and wake up in nineteen sixty (eight or nine)
Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
every little thing that you are
These shakes are prying me loose
Ain't got time to wake up
So many people to get hold of
I'm calling up this downbeat guy
I'd like to be for an hour or two
Slick and curious in every sense of the word
Fits my style like hand in a glove
And with just a flick of a well hung wrist
I'm born anew over and over again
Sometimes you just hijack somebody
Make em into your own
Make em into your own
Fly away on the back of a second-hand shop
Draw the curtains and wake up in nineteen seventy (eight or nine)
Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
every little thing that you are
These shades are shaking me up
Ain't got no mind to stay
So many tons of control to let go
Right wing politician or a communist
Army fiend or a pacifist
Top notch broker or a beggarman thief
There's no end to the possibilities
You can stiff all at the collar, or get fluffy in the face
Wear chains from your wallet and live out your indie ways
Nothing stops you from being anyone you want
But the city's gonna break you
If you don't break up from where you belong
Fly away (80 90, you know what to do)
Writer/s: Anders Engen, Audun Erlien, David Wallumrød, Jarle Bernhoft
