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Paper Airplane EP (2002)
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So much for love
I guess I've been wronged
But it's all right cuz
I'm moving on
I've got my car all packed with cassette tapes and
Sweaters and loose change and cheap cigarettes and
I'm gonna drive through the hills
Put my hand out the window and
Sing till I run out of words
I'm gonna stop at every truck stop
Make small talk with waiters and truck drivin' men
I'm gonna fall asleep in the back seat
With no one around but me and my friends

It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be just like my wedding day

Yeah I've had enough of love
It feels good to give up
So good to be good to myself and
I'm gonna get on the highway with no destination
And plenty of vision in mind and
I'm gonna drive to the ocean
Go skinny dipping
Blow kisses to Venus and Mars
I'm gonna stop at every bar and
Flirt with the cowboys in front their girlfriends

It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be just like my wedding day

So much for love
I guess I've been wronged
But it's all right cuz I'm moving on
I'm gonna drive over hills
Over mountains and canyons
And boys that keep bringin' me down
I'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine
Drink good wine in vineyards
And get asked to dance
I'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by
Never ever again

It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be just like my wedding day

. . .


Seems the wisdom of man hasn't got much wiser
Than the very beginning of our time
Agree or war has been our way of compromising
Let live and love has become our biggest lie

Seems to me that fools are even more foolish
Thinking of themselves and nobody else
But then if asked for poor will riches be replenished
They say boot straps must be pulled up by themselves

Feeding off the love of the land
Leaving much to be desired

Living off the love of the Lord
While the price for life is higher

Isn't love to be admired
Has the good in man expired
Stealing all the love and the beauty from the land

I awake each morning to the birds a-singing
Singing out to God to come and save His own
But when throughout the world the cry of love is ringing
Is then when He'll stop to hear our song

Did you know that when you feel the earth a-shaken
It's only mother nature with a crying heart
You see we have taken from her for so many ages
Will there be a time when taking stops and giving starts

'Cause we're feeding off the love of the land
Leaving much to be desired

Living off the love of the Lord
While the price for life is higher

Isn't love to be admired
Has the good in man expired
Stealing all the love and the beauty from the land

Yes, we are feeding off the love of the land
Never hearing what He's saying

Living off the love of the Lord
Never feeling what you're praying

Never praising Him for beauty
Only praying God please give me

Stealing all the love and the beauty from the land
Stealing all the love and the beauty from His land

. . .


Looks like I've done what I can
Tried to give my last breath
It was all that I had
So I ruled with my pen
Try to call you my friend
Becoming more what you request

Who's going to finish my coffee now that you're gone?

Looks like I've done it again
Try to be all I am
Not enough to have your hand
So I travelled far
With your letters in my hands
And then stand with confidence

Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?
Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?

Looks like I've done it again
Put my trust in a man
Who made my garden next to him
But I can breathe on my own
I do not need his backbone

Though it was nice sometimes to lean
Now I seem lost and inbetween

Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?
Why do words sometimes grow weak as time goes on?

. . .


I wish he could see
How beautiful he is to me
I wish i could stay out of his way
But thats much too hard for me

I wish we could fly away
On a paper airplane

He tells me everything
Calls me his martin luther king
Says he's good at running far

I tell him everything
Call him by the wrong name
Say i'm good at chasing stars

I wish we could fly away
On a paper airplane
I wish we could fly away
On a paper airplane

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