When blue skies turn to grey
And overnight you turn away

Something I said or didnt do
You try to pit me against you

I never asked to be put down
Because you were in a mood

Asking you to come around
Oh Please don’t be so rude

I’m not going on your guilt trip
I don’t fly that low

I’ll stay right here up up high
Where I can see you down below

The grip is loose You lost it now
I’m no longer under your control

No more guilt
I can see now

The trip has come to a close.