She takes it back
She thumbs a farmer's almanac
Serene kodak
She's always pulling what I lack
That's what the good book's for
And her demands
I'm swimming through her tidal hands
Now she proudly stands
She bought the rights to this young man
A price to clear the shelf
And still I read
But why can't I fly in my dreams?
Oh, why can't I fly in my dreams?
Oh, why can't I fly in my dreams?
Oh, why can't I fly in my dreams?
Oh, why can't I fly in my dreams?
Cuz that's what the swingset's for