The Neighbors - Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers

I am fairly well now I am strong I am goodbye I'm a Long way from home I am an orchard at the Start of spring I am a mocking bird I Love to sing And I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly I am an old road Walkin' on my feet I am laughingly The weeping willow tree I am a dog barking and a Honeybee sting I ain't no angel but I Got my wings I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly I am movin' I am Flesh and bones I am a gunshot with a Microphone I'm a boy at the window as the summer sun sets An old man in winter nothin' more nothin less I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly

Light in the morning Coffee in my cup The sound of your footsteps waking me up The face of an old friend You haven't seen in years Stories turn to songs, laughter to tears These things aren't a given They're a gift to behold Like the first leaves of autumn Our breath in the cold Gratitude Sometimes all you need is Gratitude Try and hold on to your hands in the garden The smile of a child Swimming in the river Walking the last sweet mile The first crack of thunder, the heavenly rain All that gets taken And all that remains These things aren't a given They're a gift to behold Like the first sip of whiskey And dancing real slow Gratitude Sometimes all you need is Gratitude Just try and hold on to The city lights Sunrise, long drives Late nights, shady groves The love we know Isn't that what matters most? These things aren't a given They're the heartbeats of time A songbird in the wind The wind in the pines Gratitude Gratitude Try and hold on to Gratitude Sometimes all you need is Gratitude So, try and hold on to it

I feel like an old soul I feel like a sinking ship Can't get no sleep, can't just let it be Like I'm walking on tightrope I feel like a slow dance I feel like a last chance Played hard to get, one too many regrets Like walking a tightrope I want to go wherever you go Through the night where the storms roll Till the rising sun meets the morning Want to go wherever you go, Wherever you go I feel the weight of my sorrow Without the promise of tomorrow So much to gain and so much to lose Like walking on a tightrope I hear the sirens in the west wind I feel the devils at work again Saying it's too late, a lifetime of mistakes Like walking on a tightrope I want to go wherever you go Through the night no matter where the storms roll Till the rising sun meets the morning Want to go wherever you go I want to go wherever you go Through the night no matter where the storms roll Till the rising sun meets the morning Want to go wherever you go Wherever you go Wherever you go Wherever you go Wherever you Go