Old Flamingo

Once again he's the fall guy
 You better lay a wreath on his door
 He's not a soldier with medals
 Just a scoundrel born to wild
 Try and act natural when the collector calls
 He won't be kind tonight
 Without all that misery
 You'll find a life that's honest and long
 See he taught you with misguided principle
 Now he's crying, just like a child
 Hold on
 Fly high above the deep low, further than storm wind can blow
 Fly high above the deep low, over the darkness he's shown
 Fly high above the deep low
 Before the unsaid unfolds
 Through the years all the rain was for you
 Feeding the dirt so flowers could shoot
 So many highs, yet so many lows to live through
 Without all that misery
 Falling through the floor af tainted dreams
 You'll lie on the rising tide, drift in the old denied
 And he'll miss you, just like a child
 Hold on
 Fly high above the deep low, further than storm wind can blow
 Fly high above the deep low, over the darkness he's shown
 Fly high above the deep low
 Before the unsaid unfolds