Michael’s Bar

Lyrics

I've got a chair that sits in Michael's bar That place has seen the best of me You've got wings and I've got fleet of clay It's down to you to come to me And I'm waiting... I find a feather, I tie it to a stone To drag these things around a while I throw them out into the blue And I sit back inside myself And I'm waiting As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can... And I'm waiting As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can As fast as I can...