Fly Back Home - John Hiatt, The Goners

Saw a red tailed hawk eatin' road kill

Said, «Man, what happened to your dignity?»

He said, «Subdivisions have taken my home

There’s no more pray to eat»

I said, «Where we gonna live?»

He said, «Anywhere you want to, I guess

All you creatures walkin' upright 'round here

Well, you’ve really made a mess»

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so I guess I’ll just fly away

An owl swooped down

As I was drivin' my pickup through the creek

He said, «I was only tryin' to scare ya

But instead you scared the hell right out of me»

With three hundred and forty-five houses

A locking differential and four-wheel drive

I guess you were livin' large there, country boy

I was just tryin' to survive

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so I guess I’ll just fly away, fly away

There was a rattlesnake up on the road

I ran him over and over 'til he died

Then his ghost rose up

And curled around this fear I hold inside

And he flew on off to heaven

As I sat there in my instrument of death

I had to think what I was doin'

I had to think just to draw another breath

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so I guess I’ll just fly away

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so I guess I’ll just fly away