'Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom,
From the day that I was born I’ve waved the flag,
Philadelphia freedom took me knee high to a man, yeah,
Gave me a piece of mama, daddy never had.
She’s a grand old flag, She’s a high flying flag…
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms.
I thought myself her keeper,
She thought I meant her harm.
She thought I was the archer,
A weather-man of words,
But I could never shoot down
My my high-flying bird.
Birdman thinks he owns the sky
But he can’t look me in the eye
I walk on gilded mirror blades
I walk on razors feel no pain
In the heat of summertime
Rolling thunder is my sign
I understand what’s going on
I’m going to fly right to the sun
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free
You can’t take the sky from me.
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
You don’t have to be rich
To be my girl
You don’t have to be cool
To rule my world
Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
[Muah muah muah muah muah]
Kiss
You don’t have to be a star, baby, to be in my show
Oh, honey, you don’t have to be a star, baby, to be in my show
Somebody nobody knows could steal the tune that you want to hear
So stop your running around, 'cause now you’ve found what was cloudy is clear
Baby you can drive my car, you don’t have to be a star
Baby you can drive my car, and Baby I love you
And the cars
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the people
That drive
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the cares I’ve
Lost in the drift
Are there
Theirs, ours,
Lost in the drift
Are
Are
Are
Are
Are…
Driven
Driven together
And driven apart
They arrested me and they put me in jail.
And called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinking
If you don’t stop driving that hot rod Lincoln!”
Who’s gonna tell you when it’s too late
Who’s gonna tell you things aren’t so great
You can’t go on thinking nothing’s wrong, but bye
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight?
Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home!
Home could be the Pennsylvania turnpike,
Indiana’s early morning dew,
High up in the hills of California,
Home is just another word for you.
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light, still burning bright,
Through the Sycamores for me.
But I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Traveled by many, remembered by few
Lookin’ for something that I can believe in
Lookin’ for something that I’d like to do with my life
I’m a rollin stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway
Moving me down the highway,
Rolling me down the highway,
Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by.
Just a song before I go,
To whom it may concern
Traveling twice the speed of sound
It’s easy to get burned