I know I should feel welcome here
way up in the atmosphere
but I am afraid
and if I land on earth again

I'll be happy just to cut my face
while I shave

Now the sky is floating by
but I am not a cloud
and I've decided
I was not designed to fly

After all, I'm only sand
to irritate the oyster and
to wait for a pearl
and even though I must concede
greatness has eluded me
I'd still miss the world

And I would have regrets
were I to pirouette inside a metal jet
and I am not prepared
to sprout a pair of wings and fly