Break Of Day

I had the pirate flag 
Flyin' wild and free
From the top of my head
Breakin' away to the sky
And leavin' them there for dead
While they mutter cuttin' curses
On the last known survivor of the deliverin' dream
I'm ascendin' for the sky
On the freeway resting down by the river stream

Lucifer rides to work 
In the weathered wreck of a '70 Ford
Cathing all souls
In the tenement halls by one big swing of his sword
But he doesn't reside
Down the halls where the strings of fire blaze
Where the red rock casts a shadow 
From the burning sun of the days

So come with me Janie
My engine is at your door
The streets are growing colder
And I don't want it no more
Fasten your seatbelt
My foot is to the floor
There's a gold paved freeway
We're ridin' on 

On the streets
Barren burned of flashin' dreams
Where midnight schemes
Of chromed machines
Flew high upon a southern wind
To never come back again
To the rusty banks of the river

There's no bags to pack
And there's an outbound route I'm headed for
Flyin the flag
With all sails set and my suit all torn
From the grass
Worn brown by the factory halls and a '70 Ford
Sailin' away
Ridin' high on the wind and strikin' a chord

So come with me Janie 
The sun rise behind the hill
The field's ablaze
And there ain't no time to kill
Free wind is callin'
We'll be flyin' to find the flame 
Somewhere beneath the city streets crack
The Break Of Day

Wors & music by Tor Kristian Berg
©2004