Don't Fall Asleep

Well blue face blues

Lose the buckles on your boots

I've been trying to reach you all week

The kites carry kittens

Through the donner and blitzen

On a cold christmas day in their beaks

Chained to the rock

By my own two hands

I want to fly by the seat of your pants

Are you ready to go come on

Yeah blue face blue

There's a tree filled with fruit

And I can see no cause to abstain

The northern shovelers

And the torch throated warblers

Plot a course like cortez of spain

I'm a copycat

And I want to head south

Ruffle your feathers as I run my mouth

Are you ready to go come on

Well it's alright

Blue faced blue

Got to get to the root

Of all this whirling wildness and woe

The man in the belfry

Wants a lap in the country

When the red reads twenty below

Chained to the rocks

By my own two hands

I want to fly by the seat of your pants

Are you ready to go come on