| Song | From the nest |
| Artist | Brooke Waggoner |
| Album | Originator |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) | |
| Too much talk of modern tags | |
| There’s a ageless feel to looking back | |
| Of days we’d spend like all kids do | |
| Dreaming of our brightened grooms | |
| (Verse) | |
| But search the man, the water man | |
| See is childhood re-re-ends | |
| I’ve got plans, yea we’re about plans | |
| Don’t you second guess, my friend | |
| (Chorus) | |
| We’re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
| Bounding over, no | |
| Climbing sticks and stones | |
| We’re broke | |
| Don’t let up | |
| (Verse) | |
| Keep in mind we’re soul lead beams | |
| Bearing down on back so sleeves | |
| We’re threads divide and pull apart | |
| Losing sense in all regard | |
| (Verse) | |
| I wish somehow but the wind was deep | |
| Deep and if my wish to keep | |
| All in all it’s about that time | |
| Looking back at nothing, friend | |
| (Chorus) | |
| We’re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
| Bounding over, no | |
| Climbing sticks and stones | |
| We’re broke | |
| We’re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave |
| Verse | |
| Too much talk of modern tags | |
| There' s a ageless feel to looking back | |
| Of days we' d spend like all kids do | |
| Dreaming of our brightened grooms | |
| Verse | |
| But search the man, the water man | |
| See is childhood rereends | |
| I' ve got plans, yea we' re about plans | |
| Don' t you second guess, my friend | |
| Chorus | |
| We' re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
| Bounding over, no | |
| Climbing sticks and stones | |
| We' re broke | |
| Don' t let up | |
| Verse | |
| Keep in mind we' re soul lead beams | |
| Bearing down on back so sleeves | |
| We' re threads divide and pull apart | |
| Losing sense in all regard | |
| Verse | |
| I wish somehow but the wind was deep | |
| Deep and if my wish to keep | |
| All in all it' s about that time | |
| Looking back at nothing, friend | |
| Chorus | |
| We' re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
| Bounding over, no | |
| Climbing sticks and stones | |
| We' re broke | |
| We' re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave |
| Verse | |
| Too much talk of modern tags | |
| There' s a ageless feel to looking back | |
| Of days we' d spend like all kids do | |
| Dreaming of our brightened grooms | |
| Verse | |
| But search the man, the water man | |
| See is childhood rereends | |
| I' ve got plans, yea we' re about plans | |
| Don' t you second guess, my friend | |
| Chorus | |
| We' re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
| Bounding over, no | |
| Climbing sticks and stones | |
| We' re broke | |
| Don' t let up | |
| Verse | |
| Keep in mind we' re soul lead beams | |
| Bearing down on back so sleeves | |
| We' re threads divide and pull apart | |
| Losing sense in all regard | |
| Verse | |
| I wish somehow but the wind was deep | |
| Deep and if my wish to keep | |
| All in all it' s about that time | |
| Looking back at nothing, friend | |
| Chorus | |
| We' re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
| Bounding over, no | |
| Climbing sticks and stones | |
| We' re broke | |
| We' re a lot of things | |
| Falling from the nest, we take our leave |