Face it, kid

She never really did

And everything you saidFell like spit into her drink

And while you were sleeping

She was lying there awake

Just wondering how long it would take

′Til she could get back to her place

And find some other cloud

To drift on

Face it, babe

Boys were made to fly away

No matter what they say

They'll lie right to your face

And while they were flying

You were standing on a chair

Just wondering how you could get up there

And bed an angel in midair

Then drag it to the ground

And drift on

And drift down

Drift down