Flying so high, trying to remember
how many cigarettes did I bring along?
When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab
driving through London town
to cry you a song.
It's been a long time --
still shaking my wings.
Well, I'm a glad bird
I got changes to ring.
Closing my dream inside its paper-bag.
Thought I saw angels
but I could have been wrong.
Search in my case,
can't find what they're looking for.
Waving me through
to cry you a song.
It's been a long time --
still shaking my wings.
Well I'm a glad bird
I got changes to ring.
Lights in the street,
peeping through curtains drawn.
Rattling of safety chain taking too long.
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before --
Came down from the skies
to cry you a song.
| 1 | Aqualung |
| 2 | Living In The Past |
| 3 | Locomotive Breath |
| 4 | No Lullaby |
| 5 | A New Day Yesterday |
| 6 | Cross-Eyed Mary |
| 7 | Teacher |
| 8 | Reasons For Waiting |
| 9 | Budapest |
| 10 | Heavy Horses |