I'll fly by the seat of my pants No air fields I'll need or want to touch down on. I'd rather be traveling solo No road is long enough for me to return by.
Sea side A sack full of shells for no love. In line [?] a pack full of dirt I grew up on. Up stream a drink that is freshest for no one. Below ground A darkness I'll keep to myself.
I'll sink by the wait of my own shade No heart but I'll scorn to weather the worst now. [?] I'd rather be suffering solo No shoulder wide enough for me to collapse in.
Sea side A sack full of shells for no love. In line A pack full of dirt I grew up on. Up stream A drink that is freshest for no one. Below ground A darkness I'll keep to myself.
A darkness I'll keep to myself. A darkness I'll keep to myself.
I'll fly by the seat of my pants.
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Kenneth Anderson (Kenny Anderson) (KNR-I)Publicado em 2005 e lançado em 2011 (25/Mai)ECAD verificado fonograma #10235914 em 14/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM