David Gray

Like a bird upon release
Through the atmosphere,
Like a honking flock of geese
Winter drawing near.
As the fabric comes unstitched
Hearts and minds and eyes bewitched
Standing watching for the smoke to clear.
First chance I get, I'm gone.
Moses had his tablets, yeah.
Noah had his ark.
All I got's a haystack needle
Stabbing in the dark.
Anguished cries and old footfalls
Permeate these paper walls.
Need some action all you get is talk.
First chance I get,
I'm gone, I'm outta here.
First chance I get,
I'm gone, I'm outta here.
Here's one for the boys back home, yeah.
Here's one for your spokes.
A little taste of victory
To send back to your folks.
Here's one for the fireside,
The grinning groom, the blushing bride.
Come and feast your eyes upon the hoax.
First chance I get,
I'm gone, I'm outta here.