Centurion

I’m flying

On my roman commander

Cutting air cuts my face

And whose skin is this

And whose neighborhood?

Where’s my Ma?

Where are my sisters?

Where’s my Pa?

Where’s my baby!

I’m flying

On my roman commander

Just like that night when we snuck out

And lay by the creek so sweet for hours

For hours in poison ivy

Now I’ve got that itch

Ive got it back

And it feels, it feels so good to burn it

In scalding water or with reckless cycling

I’m flying

On my roman commander

I’m flying to see you