Drop into the city.
Blindly find my way.
Rain walks on our windows.
How was your day?
I will come back for you.
No matter how high.
Where is my parachute?
How do I fly?
You seem to soar inside among the laughter
All the while knowing there could be more.
I can always hear a little more.
Listen a little more.
Listen a little.
A little, listen.
Nothing happens on a rainy day.
Give me the word and I’ll find my way.
Believe that you’re happy.
The start of the show.
One falls down from above,
A smile bestowed.
I’ve never had a clue.
Please leave one behind.
You have no parachute.
How do you fly?
Give me the word and I’ll find my way.
Sunday drops to windows inhabited.
I don’t know why.
Stay away from me, gravity.
this is your life chuck johnson 