I learned to fly
So you
You ran to find the gun
To shoot me down
Before
I got too high
'Cause you could not stand
To stand alone in the long line
For your wild ride - it requires
Two lost souls per seat
At least five foot five


Chorus:
--And I don't wanna' go
For a ride
Down to Miseryland
Trapped with you
By my side
Down in Miseryland

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/fisher/miseryland_20053951.html ]
Up in the air you wave
Two tickets for my
Utter amusement
You possess
An express pass to unhappiness
That makes you feel alive?


And I don't have a place any more
Down in Miseryland
Trapped with you forever more
Is not what I have planned
So take a seat
By yourself
And wait to fall a hundred stories


Better hold on tight
Hands in--side the ride
And don't for get to breathe


-And I don't wanna' go
For a ride
Down to Miseryland
Trapped with you
By my side
Down in misery
Have a place any more
Down in misery
Down in Miseryland


I learned to fly
But you are still shooting the sky
Still shooting