Even if I were free,
to soar so far and high
where would I go
to lose myself?
No jump is daring enough to try.
No jump could take me someplace new.
My silly self caught waving goodbye.
Walking on and on,
with no idea.
No idea at all
There is no place you can go
to escape from where you've gone.
Where you've gone is in you
and will last forever on.
But oh how far
But oh how high
I can dream
I can fly
soaring brave throughout the curious sky
or at least I may dream
or at least I may try
to see something new
or at least a new view
to escape from the ones
that cause me so blue