Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it has only just begun Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you This is how it feels to take a fall Icarus is flying towards an early grave Look who's digging their own grave

It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

(that will feast your body all night) All because Of the greatest From beyond this bed of mine I see Ceiling fans with you on top of me And the window blinds are filled with rays of sun And all you secret fantasies thy will be done (done) And inside of

I remember those songs on the radio The jasmine, the wind in your hair Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust Go where you will, do what you must The promise was made, your word was enough We had dreams, visions and plans Into the night, out of our hands

This is better than home Better than home Out on this long and winding road Chasing the sound with my friends knows what we’re gonna see Knows how we’re gonna change Baby it’s just you and me So keep driving on 'Cause this is better than home

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Let there be birds to sing in the trees But first of all, please Let there be love Let there be you, let there be me Let there be oysters under the sea Let there be wind, occasional rain Chili con carne, and sparkling champagne Someone to bless me

'Cause I never left you And you never let me go 'Cause for you I could win For you I could trust myself For you I could throw with abandon Old glories all feign to the wind Well I win some races That don't mean I'm fastest