This is SO not the song I intended to write this week. Still trying to write for this potential new trio project, and I certainly did start with a funky brushes-and-upright-bass feel, but it went off in a totally different, far more whimsical pop direction from there. This makes me smile a bit, and if I could ever find a project that this song made sense for, I'd try to get a lot more fun and creative with the lyrics, but it's a start, I think.
lyrics
Carrie puts her wings on
One arm at a time
Adjusts the straps and
Won’t look back until the
Pump’s been primed
Turns the flywheel,
Sings her nursery rhyme
No destination
Found her jet-thrust engine
In a rubbish pile
Where I discard my best ideas
When they’ve gone
Out of style
Stole her mother’s finest
Circular file
To rig up a sail
Carrie will you drop us a line
Wherever you’ve gone this time
In your sweet fantastic flying machine
Where does she think she’s going
Fueled with glitter and hope
Once again forgot to polish up the
Periscope
Earned her license while she’s
still skipping rope
Sometimes I wonder
Carrie will you drop us a line
Wherever you’ve gone this time
In your sweet fantastic flying machine
Across seven seas the Gulf of Cadiz
All lights in your rear-view mirror
Packed away all your dolls
The world’s getting small
and you’re getting bigger each day
Carrie will you drop us a line
Wherever you’ve gone this time
In your sweet fantastic flying machine
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