Testo Flying Horses - Dispatch

Testo della canzone Flying Horses (Dispatch), tratta dall'album Live From The Boston Woods

Here we go
The river of doubt gave birth to a beautiful stone
And in my hand I held it and I knew I was all alone
So I picked it up and I held it to the sky
And in my reflection, I knew I was on my own, on my own, yeah
Then I saw this girl with the most beautiful hair
She had it wrapped around her for clothes she did not wear
I asked her for a lock and she complied
After leavin' gorgeous footsteps in the sand as if she didn't care
Well, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw
And the stone lay still without a flaw
The feelings I had defied the law
As I came to, and I went to
And I took a look, a look down the road
To see a badger (and a one eyed toad)
They didn't say a word, they just looked at me
With that wise old look of the old, old, yeah, yeah
The wise old look of the old, old, yeah
Then I went down to town (then I went down to town)
To my favorite (merry-go-round)
To the place where (magic horses fly)
And you seldom see a frown, no ya don't
Yeah, but then I stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And I can't begin to explain how
I stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And it's all rusty now
I stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And I can't begin to explain how
I stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And it's all rusty now
It's all rusty
You see 'cause that stone fell through my pocket
And that lock of hair flew away with the wind
If you chance to meet upon either
Well, ya know where they've been
But don't pick 'em up or try to find me
They're much happier to be on their own
Beauty like that knows no home
And then if you take a look, a look down the road
You'll see a badger (and a one eyed toad)
They won't say a word they'll just look at you
With that wise old look of the old, old, yeah, yeah
The wise old look of the old, old, yeah
Bradley
I stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And I can't begin to explain how
Stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And it's all rusty now
Stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And I can't begin to explain how
Stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And it's all rusty now
Stole a ring from the flyin' horses (ah-ha-yay)
And I can't begin to explain how (hey-ay)
Stole a ring from the flyin' horses (ay, ay)
And it's all rusty now
I stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And I can't begin to explain how
Stole a ring from the flyin' horses
And it's all rusty now
It's all rusty now
Alright, thanks very much
I'd like to say hello to my parents and to, uh
All the folks from my hometown of Sherborn, Massachusetts
What's up, y'all?
Mama Swoop
Mama Swoop in the house
Mommy good



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Heimbold, Bradley Corrigan, Chad Urmston
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