in the wind, the leaves rustle fast,
Danger in the wings, that take's you back to the past.
in my closet, keep them locked up,
in the fountain, don't drink from the cup.
call me chicken as they flap their wings,
Anvil's stop me yackin', as my head spins.
Bonnevill's got the power, why haven't I?
We watch and hope that we, one day, will conquer the sky.
up there, good clean air,
You haven't a care, when you're lookin'.
Right up there, where you stare,
Where you really could be free.
out there, right out there,
Right out there, right out there.
on the ground is just so bad,
be riding clouds, no cheap fad.
all enjoy sensation's like that,
f...in' leaders don't know where they're at!
for next song . . . .
John Buckingham 09/1982