Not yet half way there and there's no time to spare, no sense in hanging around, ifya wanna fly the first thing to do is get off the ground, spread your wings and somewhere in heaven a lone angel sings,
dontcha know only birds go where the sky sets them free, where the spirit soars, why can't it be me?

But halfway there is better than not yet begun and so I run for the train,
once again I am late,
but better late than never whichever that is or whatever that could be always ends up to be me.

I get lost
I get scared,
better to have lost than never to have dared.

Better gets everywhere have you noticed that?
and I feel better that it does,
the better the better one feels
the better that everything heals
and so
I kiss it better.