Ballooning

Ballooning

 

Right now I’m floating over

The city’s pretty lights

Won’t go dead, the flame from my head keeps it

Burning through the night

 

Been wearing this skin for a couple years and

I brought no spare clothes, no way to change

Drifting farther over seas of darkness

The world is way out of range

 

Lift off was quite a let down

Light enough to fly

I’m sorry if my farewell party left a

Permanent black-eye 

 

If I could’ve seen through the smoke then I would’ve told ya

The living room had caught fire

And with the final spin of vinyl

Another spark in the night to admire