Airway

You sat me down to say
We’re basically the same
But you can’t be sad when your dad breeds dogs in the north with your mom in the summertime
Hey, hey, hey

You couldn’t stand the taste of Colorado rain
So you said so what and you got New York
And you found yourself in a better way
Maybe I can find disguise in hopes that you may realize that I’ve been hangin’ out, walking a plank
You’re stuck in my airway
I know you’ve had your run
At least ten miles plus
An olympian with a heart of gold and the hair to match it otherwise
An inner-city touch
A little taste of blood
Because the one’s at heart are the champions
The one’s you don’t have to organize
You’re stuck in my airway
You’re stuck in my airway

Oh hey hey
Hey Christine
Run like the wind
Go shake the leaves
Oh hey hey
Hey Christine
What are you going to do?
Oh hey hey
Hey Christine
Run like the wind
Go shake the leaves
Oh hey hey
Hey Christine
What are you going to do about it?