Dad's in his car, Mom's in a dress You spilled the tea on your Sunday best She said, "I love you, " but it's just not right Now you turned eighteen with a broken mind You had to learn to lie to be honest You had to learn to fly to get somewhere Had to sit up straight, hide your sin 'Cause they won't forgive you like the other kids You said, "Should I change who I am For this little town full of big old heads? " You had to learn to cry to feel something You had to learn to fly to get somewhere
So take your neon shoes to the city When the trumpеt sounds, at least you'll look pretty You're going high, just fly, boy Enjoy thе ride, skyboy
You fell in love with a bitter guy He broke you down and he took your smile You got it wrong, but you'll get it right You got to trust yourself and hold your head up high
So take your neon shoes to the city When the trumpet sounds, at least you'll look pretty You're going high, just fly, boy Enjoy the ride, skyboy
Just fly And if you can't find heaven Just make your own paradise Your happiness is worth the sacrifice Just fly
So take your neon shoes to the city When the trumpet sounds, at least you'll look pretty You're going high, just fly, boy Enjoy the ride, skyboy
So take your neon shoes to the city
Compositores: Jordan Matthew Garfield (Garfield Jordan), Duncan Moor de, Wouter H Hardy ECAD: Obra #37748858