I don’t know where I’m going.
It was forgotten when I flew.
I color a pad in the air and I’m listening to you.
I never meant to fly down your street.

I’m always up in the air now.
I’m tired of up in the air.
Tired of flying, I can’t come down, no toes to land, I’m starting to care.
Sleepy from being ahead of the beat.

It’s taking longer than we thought it would.
But time’s just time to me.
Little longer than we thought we could.
I’m not worried, don’t you see
All this time, it flies for me.

I don’t know what I’m looking for.
I don’t know where to look.
Curiosity of dropping it all, just like that, to live a book.
Think of all the people I’d meet.

I didn’t think this would happen.
I never realized I could land.
Tuesday, I’ll wake up and wonder if this is all part of the plan.
I could kick anything if I had any feet.

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