Marian Call - Got To Fly lyrics

Thank you for calling, leave me a message please Tell me what day and what month and what year it is ‘Cause I'm not here, no baby, I'm not home The lights are on for sure, but baby the occupants have flown I'll catch you later lo-ove, uh-oh, uh-goodbye I got to fly, got to fly, I got to fly Well I don't know how you got the stomach for reality when You could go circle the stars, you wouldn't believe where I've been Just this week I've made some freakishly fabulous finds My corpse has been here but my mind's covered miles I'm craving altitude so kindly step aside I got to fly (Fly) I've seen such things I've been tasting lights and touching voices And you can't clip my wings I'll be back to pay the bills but practicality may poison my joy So let me go love, recognise I got to fly (I got to, got to, got to fly.) Thank you for calling, leave me a detailed message please Tell me what day and what month and what year it is I'm gonna bring you back the goblet and the sword and the flower I'm gonna mount a rescue love, gonna lay siege to the tower I need adventure love so let me off this rock Because I fully understand The minute that I land I got a trip I got to take I got a call I got to make I got a run I got to do I got to follow up I got to clean, I got to send I got a file I got to get I got to give I got to go through that pile I got a list, I got a note I got a job, I got to vote I got to read, I got to write I got to get more sleep tonight I got to go, I got a goal I got to trim I got to be I got to buy I got to try to hit the gym And I got to pray, I got to think I got to got to need a drink I got to learn, I got a plan I got to squeeze you in I got a million miles to go I got an endless row to hoe So when I got time to blow I got to got to got to Fly I've seen such things, you wouldn't believe it I've been hearing shadows and smelling noises And you can't clip my wings, in a metaphor sense ‘Cause I can imagine a reality where all of my choices Are meaningful, critical, beautiful, bold It makes the waking world look so dead cold Where consequences really proceed from our acts Where the truth might for once line up with the facts What a world, what a world If I can imagine it so Imagining must matter and that's why I got to go (Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.) Thank you for calling, I'll get back to you soon If you should get a message from the dark side of the moon You'll know that that's me, baby you'll know I'm there The reception's lousy baby, but the view's beyond compare So if you want to call shotgun on my rocket Well, you ought to baby Let's let's, baby let's let's let's Fly (I got to fly. I got to fly.) We're gonna ditch the sad cynics saying we're all the same Saying we got no really real adventures left to our name And no love, and no truth And no spark, and no mystery But I got a ticket off this rock and I'm history