Текст песни From The Nest

Too much talk of modern tags There’s a ageless feel to looking back Of days we’d spend like all kids do Dreaming of our brightened grooms But search the man, the water man See is childhood re-re-ends I’ve got plans, yea we’re about plans Don’t you second guess, my friend We’re a lot of things Falling from the nest, we take our leave Bounding over, no Climbing sticks and stones We’re broke Don’t let up Keep in mind we’re soul lead beams Bearing down on back so sleeves We’re threads divide and pull apart Losing sense in all regard I wish somehow but the wind was deep Deep and if my wish to keep All in all it’s about that time Looking back at nothing, friend We’re a lot of things Falling from the nest, we take our leave Bounding over, no Climbing sticks and stones We’re broke We’re a lot of things Falling from the nest, we take our leave