Up There

Danger in the wind, the leaves rustle fast,
Danger in the wings, that take's you back to the past.
Demon's in my closet, keep them locked up,
Dragon's in the fountain, don't drink from the cup.

Angels call me chicken as they flap their wings,
Anvil's stop me yackin', as my head spins.
Bonnevill's got the power, why haven't I?
We watch and hope that we, one day, will conquer the sky.

Look up there, good clean air,
You haven't a care, when you're lookin'.
Right up there, where you stare,
Where you really could be free.

Right out there, right out there,
Right out there, right out there.

Pressure on the ground is just so bad,
We should be riding clouds, no cheap fad.
We can all enjoy sensation's like that,
but our f...in' leaders don't know where they're at!

BM123

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© John Buckingham 09/1982