3. Lead Balloons
Go, go West in order to find out your hands are helpless
Golden thoughts are buried now in silver linings
The soldiers get used to living beyond a vanilla edge
I hold my spirit so it won't break inside this snow globe
This story is going over just like lead balloons
My fire decided to die before I got to you
I fake a smile right in front of your face 'cause I know better
than to try to chase your Greek tragedy
And now I rattle my head for one Eureka
I'm still hoping Carol Burnett might make this better
This story is going over just like lead balloons
My fire decided to die before I got to you
I walked right through Houdini baby
It felt just like 1983
I like the way you dig it baby
in the middle of my little, itsy, bitsy East
This story is going over just like lead balloons
My fire decided to die before I got to you
This story is going over just like lead balloons
I can't believe that I decided to die before I got to you
All Words and Music by Keyth Lawrence
Copyright 2003
Purple Balloon Publishing (ASCAP)