And breakaway I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly Out of the darkness and into the sun I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky Take a chance Make a change Grew up in a small town

Hot ride in my air balloon Skipping fast right around the moon You hear me Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon Now get out Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Gimme, gimme,

Everything I touch turns to ashes Falls away, it falls away It slips right through my hands Love me, hate me Isolate me everyday that I'm alive Straight up mentally unstable You don't have to like my life You don't understand me, And you probably never

I'll write your name Across the sky And take away the stars 'Cause you light up the night You as high as the moon When you're here with me That's why I'm gonna write your name For the world to see Another old name on the porch with the bottle

All I want is somebody to love me like I do I'm burning up quiet fire Take my hand do with it what you will I'm in dire need You walk away nothing left to say but bye, bye blue eyes And I, no I don't understand Well you can call me half crazy call me

Merry, merry, merry go round I don’t want to see you down I don’t want to see you frown Merry go round Bobby and his girl would wake up every summer day This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so

I don't wanna fall, fall away 'Cause I don't wanna fall, fall away I'll keep the lights on in this place And I, I can feel the pull begin And my skin It will start to break up and fall apart I don't, I don't wanna fall away I'll keep the lights on in

And I can't tell you why I can't tell you why Every time I try to walk away Something makes me turn around and stay Look at us baby, up all night Tearing our love apart Aren't we the same two people who live Through years in the dark?

You've been growing up You've been growing on Further away from us now And everything below you dies The same fool in the same game My father he told me what goes around Comes, comes around again The faces you see on the way up Are those on the way back

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop me off in Harlem. Drop me off in