To meet the pillow and the darkness, To rest the eyes and body sore. To dream a few years down the road, To wake in morning, open skies abound Lifted to the ground below, I can see heaven's view in a pastime sleep. Beautiful, endless, timeless, I'm of the clouds and sun, but.... Sometimes, sometimes, I'll reach out for the Earth again, Weep my tears of detachment and Float on, float on.
