Вершы: Dear Dad, Yours Truly. Between Two Worlds. Mr. Wright.

Lanney Wright never lived up to his name
Chalked it up to fun and games
Whatever he?d touch would go up in flames
Go up in flames

Lanney Wright, perfect as his name did sound
Caught up with just the wrong crowd
Too low for north, too high for south
High for south

Lanney, Lanney, Lanney
Every time we go out
My feet are feeling toasty
But my head?s in the clouds
Lanney, Lanney, Lanney
Every time we go out
My feet are feeling toasty
But my head?s in the clouds

Mr. Wright sits all alone at home
The heartbeat of a metronome
Pounds, and he feels his life is a poem
Life is a poem

Mr. Wright, why hasn?t your life been kind?
Lonely at the city line
Pray for your friends, you know they?re all lying
You know they?re all lying

(Chorus)

Now get the memo, buy a halo
Get your legs out of the floor tonight
You know one day you?ll find a way,
You?re going to make your folks proud alright
Don?t ever say you?ll never be
What you?ve been dreaming up all these years
When you?re a saint, it ain?t a fluke
You?re going to pull through, shift your gears

(Chorus X2)

(Thanks to Daniel for these lyrics)