The rip chord pulled mid-flight
Sure do miss the free fall..
Yes the wheels fell off,
Sure did run out of steam,
The tank now reads E,
My compass lost at sea,
Sun-scorched sails no more swell,
No sense of purpose behind me,

Yet I know it’s out there somewhere
Maybe between then and now
That place beyond reality, submerged inside my dreams
Could be buried in the sand,
Trapped amongst the stars
Find me a boat, let me build a rocket
Just let me sleep..