About "All Things That Fly" album:
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"All Things That Fly" by Joe Evans, which consists of 7 songs.
Busy bee buzz around your flower now.
And run around my hour now, come on talk to me.
Yeah, and busy bee tell me do I have the power now
To name the coward now, too proud to be free?
And ya know you canít fight the way the wind blows you anyway
And Iím in no shape to see the truth.
And you know the path less traveled it ainít the safest one no way.
We all gotta do what it is we gotta do.
Firefly, first star I see tonight, light the way
Through cursed grays and wicked days
Heavier, the iron bell sounds loud and clear,
Oh and swinginí wide the church doors welcome his messengers here
Good Reverend Phelps danciní in his bible belt
Oh how he shines
He lights the way
Teaches love through hate
And war from faith
Get Away Car
And a basket case full of bones and fragmented memories.
Feels like a gambler when he tanks it,
For his loserís share of empty promises
About who he was bound to beA
And now heís sleeping on the street,
Underneath hopeless stars.
And he donít know how to get back on his feet.
And the company he keeps donít let him get too far.
I Can Fly
Itís a rainy day in Neverland
Itís a blanket right above the sand
And itís marbles that play in the palm of your hand
And the lightening shadow chasing
And timeís a wasting.
In my mind I can fly,
Over the mountains, through the clouds, to the stars
And in my dreams I can see myself as a child,
Day without end, world overgrown and wild.
More Than One Way
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of jealousy and jest,
Forgot on the blur of the freeway lights he could only be his best
When he forgives a plastic smile
And the small timing he detests, oh yeah...
Thereís more than one way,
Yeah, thereís more than one way,
Ah, thereís more than one way
To see the world.
Nothing But Time
Say hello to Lonestar beer and smoke fills the air
Yeah, saturday night again and Iím alright
Ďcause I ainít at work somewhere between 6th Avenue and 21st
And high as a runaway kite.
Yeah, Iím sailiní on the wind, no one, no help from Auntie Em.
No thank you maíam Iím doing fine
Oh and Iíll just be on my way, oh come what may,
Every night I got nothiní but time.
The Ballad Of Rex Close
Heís a restless soul.
Heís made a mess of himself again.
Heís got bugs in his brain
And bourbon drippiní off his chin
No matter what you say
There just ainít no telliní him.
And heís bound to the road though
It ainít his only friend.
Yeah, he lives in his head