Fly

Can’t stop even though I’m tired,
must keep driving on.
Besides, “food lodging” sounds like
something I don’t want.
These road signs read like puzzles.
Who the hell am I talking to?
Gotta conquer this lonesome highway
that leads me home to you.

I just want to fly; just want to fly.
I just gotta try. Try.

The last time I was home we
had a dreadful fight.
I couldn’t convince you
circumcising wasn’t right.
You said: “A mom makes choices.”
I screamed: “Your son can too?”
But now I see you just did your best.
I’m ready to apologize to you.

I just want to fly; time to fly.
I just gotta try. Try.

Gotta get to you.
Fly away home to you.
Before the darkness takes you,
Gotta get through to you. To you. To you. Oh.

If I had made it home
before you slipped away,
there’s just so many
things I had hoped to say.
You chose a hard road for me,
but I’ll choose where it ends. Yeah.
So sorry Doc misled you.
We might have parted friends.

Now it’s time to cry. Just gotta cry,
and say goodbye. Bye. Fly.