Everything’s faded and muddy
I’ve never been able to find
Something good to hold onto
Guess I never had enough time
But the train keeps rolling
like a shadow on the wall
And the wind keeps blowing
and I think a change begins to call

I’ll get out of town and look back
Bury the past in a lie
When I feel like a blackbird in the morning
with no place to fly

Fly,Fly

I can’t believe we still hang out
under the catacomb nights
Talk about how we’re livin’
in all the places we died

I’ll get out of town and look back
Bury the past in a lie
When I feel like a blackbird in the morning
with no place to fly

Fly, Fly, Fly, Fly

Its easy come, easy come, and easy go
Its easy come, easy come, and easy go
Easy come and easy go

When I feel like a blackbird in the morning
with no place to fly

Fly, Fly, Fly, Fly