Wings of Thunder - Spirogyra

I’m 21, but gosh I do feel old!

Too much concerned

With things which shouldn’t worry me

Or hurry me, or make me rush

I’m really flash, but gosh I do feel bad!

Completely smashed

Careering down life’s avenues

I’m out of place and out of touch

Rolling over on Wings of Thunder

We’re riding out to the Sun

Haring over on Wings Of Thunder

We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun

We’re gonna make it the Sun

Now I’m in love, and she has got me hooked

But things are good

With poor old me delirious

She takes it all so serious

Rolling over on Wings of Thunder

We’re riding out to the Sun

Haring over on Wings Of Thunder

We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun

We’re gonna make it the Sun

My head has spread, it won’t stay in one place

Confused and laced

I’m liking going haywire

And I find I have a taste for the pace

Rolling over on Wings of Thunder

We’re riding out to the Sun

Haring over on Wings Of Thunder

We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun

We’re gonna make it the Sun