From the album: true north, released 11.14.2000
Interscope records/farmclub.com
I learned to fly
So you
You ran to find the gun
To shoot me down
Before
I got too high
'cause you could not stand
To stand alone in the long line
For your wild ride - it requires
Two lost souls per seat
At least five foot five
Chorus:
--and i don't wanna' go
For a ride
Down to miseryland
Trapped with you
By my side
Down in miseryland
Up in the air you wave
Two tickets for my
Utter amusement
You possess
An express pa** to unhappiness
That makes you feel alive?
And i don't have a place any more
Down in miseryland
Trapped with you forever more
Is not what i have planned
So take a seat
By yourself
And wait to fall a hundred stories
Better hold on tight
Hands in--side the ride
And don't for get to breathe
-and i don't wanna' go
For a ride
Down to miseryland
Trapped with you
By my side
Down in misery
Have a place any more
Down in misery
Down in miseryland
I learned to fly
But you are still shooting the sky
Still shooting