High-Flying
Thought I’d make my cash and then
life would be oh-so-grand,
finest things, finest people,
the good life for this man.
But the folks I know now
all have these values strange,
drink too much, f-ck anything,
vote for stuff that’s insane.
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
and I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
that I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
where I just don’t fit,
no use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
Thought that golf and caviar
were where I would be,
but somehow they all get rich
working for charities??!
Thought that mansions on the coast
would be the best of this,
instead they whisper of an
island that they all miss.
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
nd I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
That I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
Where I just don’t fit,
No use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
Cleansed of the notion
that somehow I could belong,
rich or not, I can’t
take part in all of these wrongs.
All this depravity
since wealth leaves them bored and cold,
but what profit’s a man
if it costs his very soul?
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
and I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
that I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
where I just don’t fit,
no use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2025
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