money / flying

Badfinger

Money, stole my lady
Fools, have a way, of making me crazy
Money, buy you freedom
Rules, have a way of making me lazy

And so we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell

Money, make you feel unhappy
Fools, have a way, of making me crazy

And so we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell

...

Feel like I'm flying, I'm dying to say
"Want you forever and easy"
Be where you are, where I want you to stay
Don't you know what I'm saying?
Believe me

Feel like I'm falling, it's all I can do
Lyin' and dyin' is lonely
Deeper and darker, no way to forgive
No way to believe what you told me
No way to believe what you told me
Way to believe

[guitar solo (Joey Molland)]

Kings in their castles wound up in the wine
Drinking their confidence daily
Wish I could be into that peace of mine
Wish I could be into crazy
Wish I could be into crazy
Wish I could be...