Fancey - Whoa lyrics
[Fancey - Whoa lyrics]
Headin’ out this evening on a plane
I got nothin’ i didn’t get to say
This town’s gone wrong for me
It’s time to fly away
It’s madness on the ground
I gotta get this record played
Whoa… if the light starts to fade
Whoa… well I can break them in today
Whoa… though I’m writin’ it all in the dark
Headed out this evening
Gettin’ one more look at the
Clouds through the stars
I can see it now as I’m touchin’ down
The same old kind of city life
With a different sound tomorrow
From black and white to blue
Well this phoenix has to rise
Or I’ll put a bullet through me, yeah
Whoa… if the light starts to fade
Whoa… well I can break them in today
Whoa… if the music gets me high
Let it take you back to the place where
Seasons hung like clothes on the line
All this city madness
There’s too much traffic
Neon lightning in my head but, if astrology
Or reality misleads me
Then I’m dead
Heading out this evening on a plane
I’ve got nothing i didn’t get to say
This town’s gone wrong for me
It’s time to fly away
It’s madness on the ground
I gotta get this record played
Whoa… if the light starts to fade
Whoa… well I can break them in today
Whoa… though I’m writin’ it all in the dark
Headed out this evening
After one more look at the
Clouds through the stars
Whoa
I got nothin’ i didn’t get to say
This town’s gone wrong for me
It’s time to fly away
It’s madness on the ground
I gotta get this record played
Whoa… if the light starts to fade
Whoa… well I can break them in today
Whoa… though I’m writin’ it all in the dark
Headed out this evening
Gettin’ one more look at the
Clouds through the stars
I can see it now as I’m touchin’ down
The same old kind of city life
With a different sound tomorrow
From black and white to blue
Well this phoenix has to rise
Or I’ll put a bullet through me, yeah
Whoa… if the light starts to fade
Whoa… well I can break them in today
Whoa… if the music gets me high
Let it take you back to the place where
Seasons hung like clothes on the line
All this city madness
There’s too much traffic
Neon lightning in my head but, if astrology
Or reality misleads me
Then I’m dead
Heading out this evening on a plane
I’ve got nothing i didn’t get to say
This town’s gone wrong for me
It’s time to fly away
It’s madness on the ground
I gotta get this record played
Whoa… if the light starts to fade
Whoa… well I can break them in today
Whoa… though I’m writin’ it all in the dark
Headed out this evening
After one more look at the
Clouds through the stars
Whoa