St. Lola in the Fields - Fly

We found you there, lying on the ground;
You had to touch the bottom for yourself.
It's a wonder you survived the crash,
And will you make it back

To fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away?
To fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away?

We pulled the rug from underneath your feet,
It's not the dirty trick that it would seem.
No better way to get inside
and hope within and dine
But either way the price to pay
Is something's got to die

To fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.
To fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.

High atop the houses and the town
Where people live till something tires them down.
Well what if that's just part of life?
In spite of that, we've got to learn to

Fly

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.
(Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away)
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.
(Fly)
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.
(Fly)
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away.