Blow It To The Moon – Baby Bird

Got myself a cigarette, took a puff too soon
Got a light off the sun and blew it to the moon, blew it to the moon
A hundred thousand light years drifting through my head
Saving up this crazy stuff for when I’m good and dead, when I’m good and dead

What’s the point of keeping all the things I know?
So when I’m on the other side they start to take control

Fade out and blow, fade out and blow, fade out and blow

Now that I am dead, rising long ago
All the stuff I learned ain’t even a distant glow, glow

Fade out and blow, fade out and blow, fade out and blow

A hundred thousand light years through my head
Saving up this crazy stuff when I’m good and dead
Lay down and blow, lay down and blow, fade out and blow