Bob Mould
Up In The Air
Pass away the hours
Hear the footsteps of the past
Walking up the stairs of time
Knowing that I'm trapped
Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south

Thinking that it's better there
The warmer climes that we seek out

The poor bird flies up in the air
Never getting anywhere
How much misery can one soul take?
Trying to fly away could have been your first mistake
Oh poor bird
Up in the air

Never getting anywhere

Picking petals off a flower, loves me, loves me not
Is love another way to count the things you haven't got?
We wish the best to all our friends
Young and old alike
When the dust has settled in the sky
You can have anything you like

The poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere

How much misery can one soul take
Trying to fly away could have been your fist mistake
Oh poor bird
Up in the air
Never getting anywhere
Oh poor bird