Fancy Lyrics & Chords By The Wait

Fancy me a horse in a hitch
Terrain has changed in droves
From water to the desert sand
Running in around circles
Tally, no synonyms
The minutes layed in thought
Spend so much time tallying
I spend so much time worrying

Hey now mr. history man
You're on of my favorites
And who controls the history hand
Who implements the orders
Who dotted off the mystery land
And who implies, yeah who implies the borders

Silly, little flyer-bye
Who keeps his eyes on skylines
Distance to the moon and the sun
It became his passion
Tally up the times that he tried
To fly without machines
Just a silly, little flyer-bye
With silly, little flyer dreams

I was alone a week ago
I wrote myself a letter
And in the form of many friends
I sent it not to me
A flyer-bye i thought i was
A flyer-bye with no skylines
Just a tally of the dreams
Just a seeker of the pines

Just a better, bitter me
With tallies upon tallies
Happy too, so subdued
Night time trips to search the woods
Fance me a horse again
To pitch the hitch in meadows
With silly, little flying dreams
Tallied - steady as he goes
She goes