Flying Without a License
Robert Pollard
My favorite policeman is always on the move
Lost is a sea of madness, coming through the show
My favorite grocer knows the pride of cantaloupe
The fight of heaven in his optimistic ties
Under the white umbrella
He hears an angel
It whispers, "You're on the wrong
Side of sky"
Repeat yourself to no avail
Extra terrestrial in sky blue uniform
Like something honest, you're a credit with the storm
It burns a monkey vision out from inside
Trapped in the flat screen in our mind
You can't fly
You can't fly