Fly Away - Jarle Bernhoft

Fly away in the back of a second-hand shop

Draw the curtains and wake up in 1968 or 9

Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane

Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward

Every little thing that you are

These shakes are prying me loose

Ain’t got time to wake up, so many people to get hold of

I’m calling up this downbeat guy I’d like to be for an hour or two

Slick and curious in every sense of the word

Fits my style like a hand in a glove

And with just a flick of a well-hung wrist

I’m gonna move over and over again

Sometimes you just hijack somebody

Make 'em into your own, make 'em into your own

Fly away in the back of a second hand shop

Draw the curtains and wake up in 1978 or 9

Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane

Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward

Every little thing that you are

These shakes are shaking me up

Ain’t got no mind to stay, so many times I tried to control and let go

Right wing politician, or a communist

Army fiend or a pacifist

Top notch broker, or a beggar man thief

There’s no end to the possibilities

You can steal for a leather collar, get fluffy in the face

Wear chains from your wallet and live out your indie ways

Nothing stops you from being anyone you want

But the city’s gonna break ya if you don’t wake up from where you belong

Fly away in the back of a second hand shop

Draw the curtains and wake up in 1988 or 9

Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane

Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward

Every little thing that you are

Every little thing that you are