Bobby Jo Valentine "Fly" at Freight and Salvage!

Live at the Freight and Salvage West Coast Songwriter's Association...great theater, great vibe, great organization!

For more about my music or to grab a copy of the album, wander on over to http://www.bobbyjovalentine.com

This is my room and it's robins egg blue
And it's got a few cracks in the ceiling
This is my street where the minutemen meet
And dad says that I'll never be leaving
I'm ten years old but I know how to smoke
And the drugs help to stop the bad feelings
This is my home and the sticks and the stones
Are made up of the darkest of things

But in my dreams I can fly
And I soar and my feet touch the sky
And it seems I can go
Anywhere if I try
And the world's not so dark
When the clouds make it white
If there's no hope, tell me why
In my dreams I can fly.

Here come the tears and I cover my ears
And I swear I can hear my own heartbeat
When they stop fighting to turn out the lights
I pretend that I'm already sleeping
After the violence alone in the silence
Just me and this secret I'm keeping
My dad tells me I'm not worth anything
And I've almost admitted defeat

(Chorus)

This is my room and it's robin's egg blue
And it's got a few cracks in the ceiling
This is my home and the sticks and the stones
Are made up of the darkest of things
After the violence alone in the silence
Just me and this secret I'm keeping
My dad tells me I'm not worth anything
And I've almost admitted it

(Chorus)