Baby Bird July

Way up in the clouds angels don't fly,
big silver birds re-writing the sky.
Taxi and take off now, I close your eyes.
Look out of the window watch the ground die
I live all day to vacate the place that I love.
I work all day to leave the way that I live behind.

Way down on the ground people don't fly.
But here we are at the airport like ladybirds in July.
Just like back at home I wish that you were here.
If I had a cellular phone I'd drown it in my beer

I live all day to vacate the place that I love.
I work all day to leave the way that I live behind, behind, behind, behind, behind, behind, behind, behind, behind.

I was once like you dreaming you were me,
locked inside my ugly head wishing you were free.
You were so different then but I was roughly the same.
Love was in your pretty head sex was on my brain.

I live all day to vacate the place that I love, ah ah ah.
I work all day to leave the way that I live behind.
I live all day to vacate the place that I love, ah ah ah.
I'll slave all day to leave the way that I live behind, to leave the way I live behind, to leave the way I live behind,
to leave the way I live behind, to leave the way I live behind, behind, behind, behind, behind.