Impossible To Fly - Baby Animals
i'm sittin' on this table
watchin' the world go by
i'm sittin' on this table
for the rest of my life
coz men ain't born with wings
and it's impossible to fly
waiter bring me water
i've had enough of that wine
it's tastin' kinda salty
from the tears that i've cried
it's like a ghost town on a sunday
and baby's cookin' apple piea kinda bluesy lamentation with a hint of humour.. rare gem of a song