Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
dandelions lost in the summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space,
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late.

We're jammin':
I wanna jam it wid you.
We're jammin', jammin',
And I hope you like jammin', too.

Hit the road, Old
and don'tcha come back no more no more no more no more
Hit the road, Old
and don'tcha come back no more.~

And when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
And stroke your feathers 'til we fall back down again~

Pulled into war to serve a vision
That's supposed to last a thousand years
Part of a machine unstoppable
As merciless as tidal waves

Were they the victims of the time
Or proud parts of larger goals?

...

Non ne ho nessuno, ma mi piacerebbe assai un piercing sul sopracciglio sinistro.

Heaven,
I'm in Heaven.
...
Turn it up, Old, turn it up.