He broke apart in Santa Fe
His mother died with bills to pay
Another baby's on it's way
But he could not care less
"Is everything alright my dear?" Goes in and out the other ear
Sitting silent in his office
Prolly should have tried to stop this when he had the chance
It wasn't so bad in his sleep
So all he had to do was keep the lights off
When he lies on
His sleepnumber bed
Why wasn't this all good enough
What's left for him to rise above
When all at once it dawned on him
The problem wasn't in the wind
It was in the wings
All I ever wanted was a falcon
And a gun
A plane
And a motorcycle
The license to have fun
All I ever wanted was a falcon
And a gun
A plane
And a motorcycle
The license to have fun
He bought a box of feel-me-nots
His doctor musta loved him lots
He took it home and he made a mess
The kind with cardiac arrest
And at the church the next Sunday
His family would all bear to say
He tried his best
Most of the time
Except for the last
Twenty years I guess
All I ever wanted was a falcon
And a gun
A plane
And a motorcycle
The license to have fun
All I ever wanted was a falcon
And a gun
A plane
And a motorcycle
The license to have fun
Why not?