From the recording Last Night On Cherokee


Curse the ground and curse the sky
Every truth has its lie
And if you falter give it one more try

Pick it up and dust it off
One more push and you're aloft
Don't get too high while you're getting lost

Flying too close to the sun

You'll wish for death while you cry for life
On bended knee with a sharpened knife
It's gonna cut you twice

Flying too close to the sun