Grant Hart - Little Nemo lyrics

With these two legs I can fly Crooked lines in a concrete sky As I stroll the dirt under my soles Rises up as I pa** by I forget about distance I forget about time The path is all that I know Some people like they drive But all they do is arrive I don't convey myself so The dead don't walk And the dead don't work And the dead they don't complain The nicest things are said about them And they don't feel any pain They have no opinions They have no advice They got so little to give And it's a sad fact How badly they interact That's not how I want to live What about your birthright What about your name What good are they to you now They've taken your gift And what have they left you with It seems so empty somehow It's so cold to be using gold As a measure of a man Fools may smile At the size of their pile Well it might as well be sand The bullion you stash The life you convert to cash It seems insipid somehow You save all your time Another nickel another dime What good are they to you now Dream another flying dream Dream another dream of flight Open up your arms and sail Sail into the starry night But I can't see you You've wasted your energy On something that isn't real The ringing will last But the bells have all been re-cast Is that the way that you feel With these two legs I can fly crooked lines in a concrete sky As I stroll the dirt under my soul Rises up as I pa** by...