Newark Wilder

Lane driver The forces against you, the rain I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly Don't try, try, try, try, try It's a brand-new era, it feels great It's a brand-new era, but it came too late She won't let you know That I need a right to touch her She won't let you wait for me For me to touch you Crowds of the people and voices And steeples and wedding rings Wild are the horses, and break-up divorces And separate rooms from My, my, my, my, my, my, my I love your tinted eyes So bad, so bad So, so bad, so, so bad She won't let me break you out When the picture's cut in Three of us is enough It's the simple stuff I need (can't you see?) Can't you see the stuff I need? Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you stuff? Can't you stuff me? Stuff me Stuff me