| Lyrics: | I picked up my belongings in a nylon carry-all,
I hear the porter call.
Said Ã’the
skyÕs the limit on this chartered trip awayÓ, guess IÕd better stay.
Out there on
the desert, I see trees on every wall, nothingÕs ever solved.
Said Òthe skyÕs the
limit on this chartered trip awayÓ, guess IÕd better stay away.
I thought I owed myself
a trip away,
I wanted to go to places I have never been away,
I looked at the pictures,
imagine where they lay away, on a beach, by the sand, where their clothes all lay away.
Horizon
is oblivious, chartered trip away.
Said ÒthereÕs no returning from this chartered trip
away |
