By the skeleton of nature we gauge its time to go

The last corps of my life we dodge the storm

We trace a path down 95 and merge with cousin flocks

All in hopes to keep our feathers warm



Fatigue has got the best of me

My wings have gotten sore

Im not prepared for long-term aviation

Im sleeping in tomorrow, so dont knock upon my door

I wont be falling in that flight formation.



Tell ya what Im gonna do

You might think Im bold

Dont like to travel

Dont mind the cold

Dont misread my intentions, but Mama, if you dont mind

You can fly south

Im staying behind.



Now I can be sentimental, there are some things Ill miss

The Carolina stops were good to me

And when you cross that Georgia line, please give em all my love

And to my robin friend from Tennessee.



But dont lead family to believe they wont see me no more

They just must understand its a vacation

Im sleeping in tomorrow, so dont knock upon my door

I wont be falling in that flight formation



Chorus



When you get to Tallahassee, find that boy with the BB gun

That last year shot my brother from the sky

Track that yard rat down

And you make sure that he aint armed

And with all my best you can drop one in his eye.



Chorus