A Flight From Russia

[ihaveranaway]

I wait to hear those wheels hit the ground
for the guitars to start
and sweet old Johnny boy comes on through
And in a daisy chain i take this pill

To play
And remember that there are still voices
that there is still a live sound
that the crowd is song

And i remember promises I made
but i am never going to get it straight

my heads burnt out
and my heart never healed

So as we land
take off the oxygen mask.