Newark Wilder

Lane driver
The forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants to put you down
But I know everybody's gonna put me down
I want you
Because I'm rushing to feel you
But I won't set you down, 
I don't need to
I don't need to

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Don't try, try, try, try, try
It's a brand new era, it feels great
It's a brand new era but it came too late

She won't let you know that 
I need a right to touch her
She won't let you wait for me
For me to touch you
Crowds of the people and voices 
And steeples and wedding rings
Wild are the horses and break-up divorces 
And separate rooms from

My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so bad, so so bad, so so bad
She won't let me break you out
When the picture's cut it free 
Three of us is enough
It's the simple stuff I need
Can't you see the stuff I need?
Can't you see?
Can't you stuff me, stuff me?