Look up,
Look up,
Clouds form my words well,
Sometimes stormy and sometimes wispy.
Look down,
Look down,
Grass describes my personality,
Sometimes dry and yellow,
other times green and gorgeous.
Look left,
Look right,
Cars are going to run me over,
While I'm trying to arrive at my home,
Look in,
Look in,
My heart says it's been far too long for this,
I won't stand for it anymore.
Look straight,
Look straight,
Over the horizon are my dreams,
Show up to take this fever away.
Look up,
Look up,
And repeat the day.