You know how they say, if you kneel down and pray
Presenting your requests, relating your stress
You're focusing much on troubles at large
Just try with each prayer in thanksgiving, declare

Flying, flying,
flying till my arms give up
Seasons changing below my face
None that I would know of
I'll flip around, look beyond
Ponytail, hanging down
It's so bright, such glorious light

Eccentric white hands, wavin' and flippin'

My sight, parts a million, dartin' and tracin'

The buttery toast, the bacon and eggs,

The crumbs on the table, the grease on her lips

Like a mirror... with a visual of an image that could be me

Faded to grey in a background of noise

Invisible... non-existant...

Like a heater on a summer's day

I guess it's true when they say...

Time flies when you're having fun,

When you think the worst is over and it was only soaring from yesterday,

When all the goodbyes have been said,