Floating, floating carried by the soft air Dressed entirely in billowing white Eyes closed, guard down, chin up without a care There has not ever been such carefree flight
At least that is what I try to believe If you pretend you're free then you can be Ignore the aching feeling, let it leave Nothing hurts you when you fly blissfully
Until your husband comes to shut the door Stops the wind from carrying you away From him, trapped without love, just like before Will you again be able to be gay?
Floating way back down, trapped by my husband I was loved once, never to be again
Based on Chapter One of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald