Whoa Fancey

Headin’ out this evening on a plane
I got nothin’
I didn’t get to say
This town’s gone wrong for me
It’s time to fly away
It’s madness on the ground
I gotta get this record played

Whoa…
If the light starts to fade
Whoa…
Well I can break them in today
Whoa…
Though I’m writin’ it all in the dark
Headed out this evening
Gettin’ one more look at the clouds through the stars

I can see it now as I’m touchin’ down
The same old kind of city life
With a different sound
Tomorrow
From black and white to blue
Well this phoenix has to rise
Or I’ll put a bullet through me, yeah

Whoa…
If the light starts to fade
Whoa…
Well I can break them in today
Whoa…
If the music gets me high
Let it take you back to the place where seasons hung like clothes on the line