Camping Is Intents Lyrics & Chords By The Flying So High-os

It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway That wouldn't hit me just to get home. I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split somewhere back...read more

From here in my cage I see them make plans, Hear them reassure investors, shake presidents' hands. The men with machines put tubes into me, They measure my vital signs, my flight...read more

And sometimes I worry I'm getting out grown by my friends, Cause I still love drinking and I still love sleeping in. And nothing ever changes unless you let change happen. So we...read more