Big Jet Planes

(CroweCochran)



Big jet planes don't fly over me

I'm one of the lucky ones

I live in a quiet street

She's all middle class

and Bertolt Brecht

Her first time in Amsterdam

She came back a fuckin' mess



But it's all over - that's all gone

Time shades the pony and travels on

For all of this singin' she's a real one

Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration

At least she can be inspired



Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire

Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire

Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises

In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it



Big jet planes don't fly over me

I'm usually in them

Looking down on your street

Know so many people I've never met

The first time I go to Amsterdam,

I'm coming back a fuckin' mess



But it's all over - that's all gone

Time shades the pony and travels on

For all of this singin' she's a real one

Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration

At least she can be inspired



Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire

Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire

Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises

In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it



I'm one of the lucky ones

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