Lyrics Steve Hackett – Fly On A Windshield
Text:
There’s something solid forming in the air
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square
No-one seems to care
They carry on as if nothing was there
The wind is blowing harder now
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I’m hovering like a fly, waiting for the
Windshield on the freeway
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I’m hovering like a fly, waiting for the
Windshield on the freeway
Album
Steve Hackett – Steve Hackett - Genesis Revisited II
Steve Hackett – Afterglow
Steve Hackett – Ripples
Steve Hackett – Eleventh Earl Of Mar
Steve Hackett – Entangled
Steve Hackett – The Return Of The Giant Hogweed
Steve Hackett – Can–Utility And The Coastliners
Steve Hackett – The Musical Box
Steve Hackett – Fly On A Windshield
Steve Hackett – Dancing With The Moonlit Knight
Steve Hackett – The Lamia
Steve Hackett – The Chamber Of 32 Doors