Fabulous Freebird #7 Lyrics

Lost It on the ride out

I haven't heard anything since

Tried to sneak you in

To this place I should feel safe

And I don't think she knows why I am

or maybe I should say how?

I'm waiting on a call

On a technicality in social etiquette

Here on yet another day

Where regret is bred

Heard a little birdy say

''Sod your seed - the soil is bare''

Any lazy farmer boy

Could pick that peach tree best

And I won't say that I disagree completely

For converted urbanities can still have morals

Two steps back if you're able

I don't wanna see you get away with temperament

Rally back the tally of days again

Again

To count calories til the sheep return once again

Here on yet every day lately regret is bred

There are killers in high places

There's a blockade at the dam

To the bridge the trumpets play

As she does something sweet

And I don't think she knows who put it there

And I don't think that she cares

I love that