laughter is floating along
clouds are singing their song
if i could play along
i’d fly right up and leave
if i knew that i could, then i would
isn’t it sad that i’m here on a stage
when the world is my orchestra to play
is it wrong to ask that i exit stage right?
we’re all mimes mocking sound
children playing grownups
the world is pitiless and cold
my life is growing old
tales and fables of flooded love
i’m waiting for the sun to go down
is there room in your plan for me?