Flyin' Overhead
Flying overhead
jet stream of old regret,
white smoke of a could-have-been.
In the charcoal light,
what echoes in my warring mind
are the sorrows for what I did.
Said “it’s fine, Paul, it really is.”
And it’s hanging on my chest
like a truth I can’t confide,
covered up just like all the rest.
My old dreams, they get lost inside.
But they’re underneath my feet
in the carpet of my old room.
Told ‘em “build ‘em high,”
and it crumbles on New Year’s Eve.
It ain’t easy to decide
in the line before the ride.
Was it you who always said
“wave goodbye to the old regret?”
Say goodnight, now, that’s all you get.
Wave goodbye to the old regret!
A new year comes, another fades away.
Forgive me love for giving it away.
A new year comes, and love, what can I say?
Forgive me, love.
Flying overhead,
old resentments long since dead,
still they hover above my bed.
Underneath our feet
is the person I thought I’d be.
We’ll leave it in a lie,
let it crumble on New Year’s Eve.
It ain’t easy to decide
in the line before your life.
Was it you who always said
“wave goodbye to the old regret?”
Say goodnight, now, that’s all you get.
Wave goodbye to the old regret!
A new year comes, another fades away.
Forgive me love for giving it away.
A new year comes, and love, what can I say?
Forgive me, love.
Flying overhead,
just dreaming what comes next.
Wave goodbye to the old regret.
Say goodnight, now, that’s all you get.
Wave goodbye to the old regret.