THE LIVING END - FLY AWAY

I've told myself, so many times
Not to turn into the type, but I've found
Is it too late, has my time come?
Sometimes I think I'm losing it
Am I the only one?

Understandin', more like demanding
Where do the grey skies end?

Should I stay or fly away?
The wings that I begin to grow
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there

Oh yet again, thought I was right
But as usual I end up on the wrong side of the fence
Is it too late, has my time come?
Sometimes I think I'm losin' it
Am I the only one?

This is what I feel like doing when I’ve made the
wrong decision or said the wrong thing. This is supposed
to be a kind of pop/jazz number.