The Rolling River Band: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

I’m flying like a bird man, I’m flying like a plane, flying like the office party blond on cheap champagne, I’ve got you in my sights, that’s right I’m taking aim and once you’ve flown with me baby, you’re never gonna be the same

Well I’ve tried to find the answer in the bottom of a cup, but there’s nothing to believe in so hey buddy top me up, and keep that lichor flowing cause it's helping me forget, or is it helping me remember, what I'm trying to forget

Chrous

So hears to all that ever was and all that’s still to be and hears to you and everything, you and me,
it's easier than 1,2,3 now we're as thick as blood, it's easier than counting all the stars on up above

I remember we went walking, built a castle in the sand, remember we stopped talking about the time that I broke my hand,
and once we had a picnic, you liked the chicken wings, funny how we all remember the silly little things

So I think I’ll make like Icarus maybe fly towards the sun the chances are I won’t get far feathers are gonna burn, get ready with those landing lights cause I feel I'm coming done, swaying back and forth now I'm almost touching ground

Chorus

I’m buzzing like a bumble bee my heads spinning like a wheel, took a little tumble ended up head over heel, just the way you look at me, the way you make me feel, at least you're real

Here's to music, drinking, dancing, laughing with your friends and here's to times both good and bad it's all experience, it's easier than 1,2,3 now we're as thick as thieve's it's easier than counting all the leaves upon the trees