Somewhere With Sky

Protest, satirical folk, soul, flute, powerful, catchy, swing, experimental

Verse 1
Tiny boxes on the hillside,
I’ve been breathing through the seams,
Painted doors and perfect windows,
But none of them were built for me.

Everybody waves from porches,
Like they know the life I need,
But I’ve got thunder in my throat now,
And wildflowers in my teeth.

Pre-Chorus
I tried to shrink, I tried to smile,
Tried to make a cage look nice,
But my heart don’t do beige, baby,
And my soul won’t pay that price.

Chorus
So let me fall somewhere with sky,
Somewhere my voice can learn to fly,
Somewhere my mind can make a mess
And still be called divine.

I’m done with walls that look the same,
Done letting silence wear my name,
I wasn’t born for ticky-tacky,
I was born for flame.

Verse 2
They say, “Honey, keep it simple,”
I say, “Simple ain’t my style,”
I’ve got galaxies for curtains,
And a storm behind my smile.

I don’t need your little blueprint,
Don’t need your polite applause,
I need a porch where I can holler
At the moon without a cause.

Pre-Chorus
Call me strange, call me too much,
Call me lost and hard to place,
But I’d rather be a wildfire
Than a dollhouse with a face.

Chorus
So let me fall somewhere with sky,
Somewhere my voice can learn to fly,
Somewhere my mind can make a mess
And still be called divine.

I’m done with walls that look the same,
Done letting silence wear my name,
I wasn’t born for ticky-tacky,
I was born for flame.

Bridge
Let the neighbors clutch their pearls,
Let the curtains shake with fear,
I’ve been quiet for a lifetime,
Now the whole damn hill can hear.

I want color on the ceiling,
I want music in the floor,
I want laughter in the kitchen,
And a key to my own door.

Final Chorus
Let me fall somewhere with sky,
Somewhere my broken wings can rise,
Somewhere my weird can wear a crown
And look the world straight in the eyes.

No more boxes, no more shame,
No more living half-contained,
I wasn’t made for ticky-tacky,
I was made for flame.

Outro
So if I fall, let me fall free,
Where the wind remembers me,
Where my mind can run barefoot,
And my voice can finally sing.

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Verse 1 Tiny boxes on the hillside, I’ve been breathing through the seams, Painted doors and perfect windows, But none of them were built for me. Everybody waves from porches, Like they know the life I need, But I’ve got thunder in my throat now, And wildflowers in my teeth. Pre-Chorus I tried to shrink, I tried to smile, Tried to make a cage look nice, But my heart don’t do beige, baby, And my soul won’t pay that price. Chorus So let me fall somewhere with sky, Somewhere my voice can learn to fly, Somewhere my mind can make a mess And still be called divine. I’m done with walls that look the same, Done letting silence wear my name, I wasn’t born for ticky-tacky, I was born for flame. Verse 2 They say, “Honey, keep it simple,” I say, “Simple ain’t my style,” I’ve got galaxies for curtains, And a storm behind my smile. I don’t need your little blueprint, Don’t need your polite applause, I need a porch where I can holler At the moon without a cause. Pre-Chorus Call me strange, call me too much, Call me lost and hard to place, But I’d rather be a wildfire Than a dollhouse with a face. Chorus So let me fall somewhere with sky, Somewhere my voice can learn to fly, Somewhere my mind can make a mess And still be called divine. I’m done with walls that look the same, Done letting silence wear my name, I wasn’t born for ticky-tacky, I was born for flame. Bridge Let the neighbors clutch their pearls, Let the curtains shake with fear, I’ve been quiet for a lifetime, Now the whole damn hill can hear. I want color on the ceiling, I want music in the floor, I want laughter in the kitchen, And a key to my own door. Final Chorus Let me fall somewhere with sky, Somewhere my broken wings can rise, Somewhere my weird can wear a crown And look the world straight in the eyes. No more boxes, no more shame, No more living half-contained, I wasn’t made for ticky-tacky, I was made for flame. Outro So if I fall, let me fall free, Where the wind remembers me, Where my mind can run barefoot, And my voice can finally sing.

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