Hair Hang Down

The world I know will change on me

Falling from the branches of a dying tree

Looking over my shoulder, now my grace has flown

And I feel unsteady just like a slide trombone

The sunset gathers at the close of the day

It’s a beautiful ambush then it slips away

Trying to see the light, staring into the sun

Like making model airplanes just to smash ‘em when you’re done

Mama, just wanna let my hair hang down

Mama, just wanna let my hair hang down

Running underground, I never could take flight

But I still get caught in my dreams at night

If i could pull down a cloud, I’d climb inside

Settle down into nothing, feel OK for a while

Mama, just wanna let my hair hang down

Mama, just wanna let my hair hang down

The world I know will change on me

Falling from the branches of a dying tree

Now I’m falling from a star as it fades to black

Dreaming of the highway inside a cul-de-sac

Mama, just wanna let my hair hang down

Mama, just wanna let my hair hang down