Like birds on a high line
they line up at night time at the barThey all once were love birds
now bluebirds are all that they are
They landed in hell the minute they fell from love's sky
And now they hope in the wine that they'll find a new way to fly
A new way to fly far away from goodbye
Above the clouds and the rain the mem'ries and the pain and the tears that they cry
Now the lesson's been learned they've all crashed and burned
But they can leave it behind if they could just find a new way to fly
By the end of the night they'll be high as a kite once again
And they don't seem to mind all the time or the money they spend
It's a high price to pay to just find a way to get by
But it's worth every night if they find a new way to fly
A new way to fly...
They'll leave it behind as soon as they find a new way to fly
Its worth it for us to find a new way to fly.
CG