Fly away in the back of a second-hand shop
Draw the curtains and wake up in 1968 or 9
Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
every little thing that you are
These shakes are prying me loose
Ain’t got time to wake up, so many people to get hold of
I’m calling up this downbeat guy I’d like to be for an hour or two
Slick and curious in every sense of the word
Fits my style like a hand in a glove
And with just a flick