Flying کے بول

There was a time I could not cry But that has left me now For 7 years I could not dream But now that's done There were songs I could not sing Words I could not know But they found me on a bridge And they broke my heart There was a way I used to talk I cannot recognize And now my language cannot give me what I need And I tore it from my bible and I kept it from my gob I would not lose to junkies on the street It hit me so hard I could not see That shot was only meant for me And all the faces that I knew They were lying When the hard road went back to sand And with the wheel still in my hand I built a highway out of dust And I was flying There was a way I used to talk I cannot recognize And now my language cannot give me what I need And I tore it from my bible and I kept it from my gob I would not lose to junkies on the street It hit me so hard I could not see That shot was only meant for me And all the faces that I knew They were lying When the hard road went back to sand And with the wheel still in my hand I built a highway out of dust And I was flying