Fly

Fly me out I won't sleep the night before And I'm guessing Not much has changed Or everything All at once You're out getting baked in Central LA I'm up freezing Dying a slow decay By the way I haven't an ounce of motivation Left now to create Take me down The freeway We're invisible now Don't delay 10 more sets straight I wouldn't let this out of my arms Couldn't put it on the page unless I move out there to LA We'll never know what is real Until we make it west of the Great Lakes I'll move out there to LA We'll never know what is real Until we make it west of the Great Planes We won't know what it feels like To relate On a whole other wavelength