Fly Home - The Living Tombstone

Pack a bag, hop in a car

Another day, another destination

Fly somewhere far

Gotta start fresh in a new location

Seems somewhat bizarre

Living life without a sovereign nation

Said make me a star

This is what you gotta do

In the air again

It’s just like a merry-go-round

Living miles above

You miss being there on the ground

So sick of white and chrome

But I’ve got the world to roam

So I am lost in the unknown

'Til the birds fly home

Go to sleep somewhere new

Seven hours on a red eye flight

To meet someone who

Is supposed to give me all the answers

Learn something true

Another hundred thousand miles I flew

I’m just passing through

And it’s all I ever do

I’m in the air again

It’s just like a merry-go-round

Living miles above

You miss being there on the ground

So sick of white and chrome

But I’ve got the world to roam

So I am lost in the unknown

'Til the birds fly home

I’m gone, alone on top of the world

They say there’s nothing wrong

Success is a wonderful whirlwind

But I’m lost at sea

It’s a prison being free

It won’t be long you’ll see

Only 'til the birds fly home

I’ll just be a voice over the phone

Destinations all unknown

Only 'til the birds fly home

Used to live simple life

In a single nondescript location

Stress, fam’ly strife

Sick and tired of the aggravation

So, wrote my songs

Try to make it big in my vocation

I’d prove them wrong

And did what I had to do

I’m in the air again

It’s just like a merry-go-round

Living miles above

You miss being there on the ground

So sick of white and chrome

But I’ve got the world to roam

So I am lost in the unknown

'Til the birds fly home

I’m gone, alone on top of the world

They say there’s nothing wrong

Success is a wonderful whirlwind

But I’m lost at sea

It’s a prison being free

It won’t be long you’ll see

'Til the birds fly home

'Til the birds fly home

Fly home