Wild Turkey Records

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The Landing

Use to fear so many things
Mean dogs rusty chains
Tornados, tiny towns
Bearded ladies, carnival clowns

Was a time used to dread
UFOs and walking dead
Wrong turns flashing lights
Strange noises in the night 

I’m not afraid of so much now
Long as I’m standing
The fall doesn’t scare me, no
It’s the landing

Couldn’t sleep when cash was tight
Bad love kept me up at night
Three checks beneath my bed
Pull the sheets over my head

Jagged rocks and broken glass
Dented head and busted ass
Scary heights falling men
Standing on the ledge again

Don’t fear so much now
Long as I’m standing
The fall doesn’t scare me
It’s the landing

The Great Wallenda took a step
Onto  a wire he’d soon regret
When the wind came and took him down
He became one with the ground

Don’t fear so much now
Long as I’m standing
The fall doesn’t scare me
It’s the landing