you'll die trying to live this down

cause i will soar away like the blackbird
February 14, 2003 / 9:14 am

ive been telling my dreams to the scarecrow

about the places that id like to see

i said friend, do you think ill ever get there

oh, but he just stands there smiling back at me

so i confessed my sins to the preacher

about the love ive been waiting to find

is there a brown-eyed boy in my future?

and he said girl, you've got nothing but time

but how do you wait for heaven?

and who has that much time?

and how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know

you were born, you were born to fly