“Trip”

I want to be great
You want to be grand

You appreciate me
When i can't really see

The hope in my heart
Cause i'm not nearly as smart

As you with your shyness
And amazingly long silence

But Ferdinand my friend
I don't often tend

To think these things through
So i’ll just say it to you

You confuse so thoroughly
That I can’t really tell

Whether i’m flying for you
Or simply falling with style