Marian Call - Got to Fly Lyrics
Thank you for calling, leave me a message pleaseTell me what day and what month and what year it is‘Cause I’m not here, no baby, I’m not homeThe lights are on for sure, but baby the occupants have flownI’ll catch you later lo-ove, uh-oh, uh-goodbyeI got to fly, got to fly, I got to fly.Well I don’t know how you got the stomach for reality whenYou could go circle the stars, you wouldn’t believe where I’ve beenJust this week I’ve made some freakishly fabulous findsMy corpse has been here but my mind’s covered milesI’m craving altitude so kindly step asideI got to fly(Fly)I’ve seen such thingsI’ve been tasting lights and touching voicesAnd you can’t clip my wingsI’ll be back to pay the bills but practicality may poison my joySo let me go love, recogniseI got to fly(I got to, got to, got to fly.)Thank you for calling, leave me a detailed message pleaseTell me what day and what month and what year it isI’m gonna bring you back the goblet and the sword and the flowerI’m gonna mount a rescue love, gonna lay siege to the towerI need adventure love so let me off this rockBecause I fully understandThe minute that I landI got a trip I got to takeI got a call I got to makeI got a run I got to doI got to follow upI got to clean, I got to sendI got a file I got to getI got to giveI got to go through that pileI got a list, I got a noteI got a job, I got to voteI got to read, I got to writeI got to get more sleep tonightI got to go, I got a goalI got to trim I got to beI got to buyI got to try to hit the gymAndI got to pray, I got to thinkI got to got to need a drinkI got to learn, I got a planI got to squeeze you inI got a million miles to goI got an endless row to hoeSo when I got time to blowI got to got to got toFlyI’ve seen such things, you wouldn’t believe itI’ve been hearing shadows and smelling noisesAnd you can’t clip my wings, in a metaphor sense‘Cause I can imagine a reality where all of my choicesAre meaningful, critical, beautiful, boldIt makes the waking world look so dead coldWhere consequences really proceed from our actsWhere the truth might for once line up with the factsWhat a world, what a world,If I can imagine it soImagining must matter and that’s whyI got to go(Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.)Thank you for calling, I’ll get back to you soonIf you should get a message from the dark side of the moonYou’ll know that that’s me, baby you’ll know I’m thereThe reception’s lousy baby, but the view’s beyond compareSo if you want to call shotgun on my rocketWell, you ought to babyLet’s let’s, baby let’s let’s let’sFly(I got to fly. I got to fly.)We’re gonna ditch the sad cynics saying we’re all the sameSaying we got no really real adventures left to our nameAnd no love, and no truthAnd no spark, and no mysteryBut I got a ticket off this rock and I’m history.
