Tekstovi: Joe Jackson. Flying.

The older I get the more stupid I feel
I don't know what's going on
Tired of trying to be strong
When I should be crying

The further I go the less distance I see
Leave behind another home
The harder I try the less people I please

The older I get the more lucid I feel
Let it go and let it come
Tired of trying to belong
When I could be flying