Floating, high from the ground
Floating, no gravity where I am found
No familiar sound around

Hangin' out above the ground
I never think of coming down.

Soaring, too near the sun
Gliding, so far away from everyone
You turn around and there I'm gone
Easier said than done
I've drawn a circle ˜round the sun.

Clinging, to the edge of night
Singing, those melodies that don't sound right
But then again, they don't sound wrong
Is this just another song
Or had I known it all along?