Sometimes I Think I Can Fly

Dearly beloved, I'm writing you 'Cause I feel so far away Last time I checked you were lying in your bed When I left, you had nothing to say Sometimes the bottle's half empty Sometimes I drink till it's dry Sometimes there's blues on the soles of my shoes And sometimes I think, I can fly I thought I could hide in the I-95 In the chatter of drunks in this bar Where the work comes in shifts and the customers drift And our fortune's not caught in the stars The sun's down low on the city It goes where you're living, to make you behave Up here on the roof it feels like we're through On the street, I call out your name