Old Flamingo

Once again he's the fall guy
You better lay a wreath on his door
He's not a soldier with medals
Just a scoundrel born to wild
Try and act natural when the collector calls
He won't be kind tonight

Without all that misery
You'll find a life that's honest and long
See he taught you with misguided principle
Now he's crying, just like a child

Hold on
Fly high above the deep low, further than storm wind can blow
Fly high above the deep low, over the darkness he's shown
Fly high above the deep low
Before the unsaid unfolds

Through the years all the rain was for you
Feeding the dirt so flowers could shoot
So many highs, yet so many lows to live through

Without all that misery
Falling through the floor af tainted dreams
You'll lie on the rising tide, drift in the old denied
And he'll miss you, just like a child

Hold on
Fly high above the deep low, further than storm wind can blow
Fly high above the deep low, over the darkness he's shown
Fly high above the deep low
Before the unsaid unfolds