Motel alone Their corporate places(?) Ringing in my ear but now the phone In San Anton, the state of Texas Hearing you my dear room all alone
Put me in the cab I’m flyin away I’m glad to say I’m finally leaving here Putting down the flaps I’m getting off Just two more stops, the skies are very clear I’m sittin in the back, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away
She had a dream Call it a vision He’d given her a little silver tune(?) And now it seems that day has risen I’m bringing you your supernatural June(?)
Put me in the cab I’m flyin away I’m glad to say I’m finally leaving here Putting down the flaps I’m getting off Just two more stops, the skies are very clear I’m sittin in the back, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away
Put me in the cab I’m flyin away I’m glad to say I’m finally leaving here Putting down the flaps I’m getting off Just two more stops, the skies are very clear I’m sittin in the back, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away
The Alamo I’ve never seen it Maybe I’ll go there but I don’t know And if I go, well I won’t see it Thousand miles still will take me home(?)
Put me in the cab I’m flyin away I’m glad to say I’m finally leaving here Putting down the flaps I’m getting off Just two more stops, the skies are very clear I’m sittin in the back, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away
Put me in the cab I’m flyin away I’m glad to say I’m finally leaving here Putting down the flaps I’m getting off Just two more stops, the skies are very clear I’m sittin in the back, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away, I’m flyin away
Compositor: Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson Iv (Black Francis) ECAD: Obra #1007286