Shoot the Sky

Working very good One, two, three, four Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Wait, I will not shoot if I know myself I'll be hanging up my boots Oh, I was too late And I'm sticking to the ground It's not all that I found That I cannot feel to show for you But I know where to go Singing lost, there's nowhere near you know It's pretty far Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Now, you're shooting at this sky I've drank myself dry And I need my home But I will not be lost and found If I can find some higher ground To put the world to right But I know where to go Singing lost, there's nowhere near you know Yes, pretty far And all my common sense I spent on you Oh, we'll do it all again Pretty soon Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh