Ten Feet off the Ground Songtext
von Jay Smith

I′m down with punk
I'm down with the rockers
I′m down with the blues
And all the others
I'm walking straight
I'm walking the fine line
And someday
I hope you will be mine

I′m down with fate
I′m down with the hard times
But it is not too late
It's not too late

Wish you were here
We could go anywhere
And take the long, long way around
It all becomes clear
I don′t belong anywhere
With you I flow ten feet off the ground


Let's toast for the good
Let′s toast for the bad times
One toast for the strange
And a toast for the lost ones

And I'm down with fate
I′m down with the hard times
But it is not too late
It's not too late

Wish you were here
We could go anywhere
And take the long, long way around
It all becomes clear
I don't belong anywhere
With you I flow ten feet off the ground

Wish you were here
We could go anywhere
And take the long, long way around
It all becomes clear
I don′t belong anywhere
With you I flow ten feet off the ground


Wish you were here
We could go anywhere
And take the long, long way around
It all becomes clear
I don′t belong anywhere
With you I flow ten feet off the ground