might think of me as Plain ol' Jane told a story about a man Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land But tell me, did the wind sweep you off
might think of me as plain ol' jane Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
to the girlie's who was all on the tip As nightfall came I was still out there Havin' fun on the one carefree without a care You say it, we can play
) You can't see it if you blind but we will always prevail (true) Life is like the open sea, the truth is the wind in our sail And in the end, our names
and the sails feel like my only friend i've been looking for a special place just for me and no one else and if you want me you can find me i'll be crossing
to the norm All the cold turns to warm Sometimes I think life crawls like a snail And all of our dreams become the wind in your sails Without wealth it's true, who
sight Who's to care who's to not, I just never might know For the son God forgot, maybe someday, I hope someday they'll show I used to love the snow Can
We don't hear the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into our death and the second great death Whilst we chase chicks and dream of a paradise without
after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines
back to the norm All the cold turns to warm Sometimes I think life crawls like a snail And all our dreams become the wind in your sails Without wealth it's true Who
club swung Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail
of me as a plain ole jane told a story bout a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land! Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did
a floatin in the gale Chorus: For the wind was on her quarter the engine's workin free there's not another whaler that sails the arctic sea can beat
, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why No,no, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why I can't tell you why New York Minute Harry
yourself and feel the walls become sand beneath your feet Feel the breeze, time's so near, you can almost taste the freedom There's a warm wind from the south, hoist the sail
The night wind howls way up in the canyon The moon comes out while fog rolls in One more time I'm waiting for the spirit of the past To appear and trouble
(true) You can't see it if you blind but we will always prevail (true) Life is like the open sea, the truth is the wind in our sail And in the end, our
