Fly Off The Handle
Night falls on six gun alley.
Fish jump at the river's bend.
Dreams lost in the heart of the night, I'm without you again.
I might fly off the handle.
Might spit into the wind.
I might cast long shadows till the sun comes out again.
I live and breathe as a man in motion, my blood flows a crimson red.
Challenge the mountains that lay before me, eyes and ears on the road ahead.
I might fly off the handle.
Might spit into the wind.
I might cast long shadows till the sun comes out again.
Wild wind under a silver skies, lace and beachwood.
Ride the waves to the shore, joint jumping in your neighborhood.
I might fly off the handle.
Might spit into the wind.
I might cast long shadows till the sun comes out again.
Mystery she sings in Winter, adventure calls to me.
In this place where it all comes together, past, present and history.
I might fly off the handle.
Might spit into the wind.
I might cast long shadows till the sun comes out again.
© 2023 Faron Collins Music/ Silver Box Productions/Chrome Film Entertainment
℗ 2023 My Own Records