Trapped again in my own ivory cage
My green locks and a little girl's pink cheeks
Make her smile and let her pull a curl
All the things that will make us smile
Will make us hurt just as much
I've seen army backpacks and business man's shoes
Would you guess that I'm counting down?
Less time than I have patience to let peacefully pass
And more to do than I wish I could
I hate traveling without boots laced snug
And the woman who sat next to me paid
Heed only to her Vouton until I saw her looking
My eyes on powdered mountain tops
And hers casting envy on the weaving yarn in my hands
But most of all the things I've lost
I wish I hadn't missed the moment
When the struggling plane crept up and through
The silky puffed ceiling and I lost sight of you