Kite

Maybe you’re down to earth
But she gonna own the sky
She keeps you on alert
Every time it gets too high
Out of tune with an attitude
Wears you out like Cool Hand Luke
Baby, you’re down to earth
She gonna own the sky
Boy, you better hold those strings
'Cause she’s gonna fly away
Better get a tighter grip
She wasn’t born to stay
Holding on white knuckle
If you let her go, she trouble
Boy, you better hold those strings
'Cause she’s gonna fly away
Fly away
She got a strasophere
But she ain’t got direction
Watch out, she’ll disappear
If you can’t keep full attention
If you got to keep her steady
She’ll blow off like you’re cheap confetti
She got a strasophere, but she ain’t got direction, no
Boy, you better hold those strings
'Cause she’s gonna fly away (Fly away)
Better get a tighter grip
She wasn’t born to stay (Born to stay)
Holding on white knuckle
If you let her go, she trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Boy, you better hold those strings
'Cause she’s gonna fly away
Fly away
(Ooh, ooh)
She ain’t got nothing (Nothing, nothing)
She ain’t got nothing (Nothing, nothing)
(Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Boy, you better hold those strings
'Cause she’s gonna fly away (Fly away)
Better get a tighter grip
She wasn’t born to stay (Born to stay)
Holding on white knuckle
If you let her go, she trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Boy, you better hold those strings
'Cause she’s gonna fly away
Fly away
Fly away
Hold onto that kite
Oh, fly away
Hold onto that kite