Airplane of our trees Spaces and what it seems But let's go way down low Take me back to everyone I know
Little bird of these clouds Can you make it rain somehow? In time, well, we find All our changes wash away themselves
We'll trade off saying how it goes Maybe stretch the lows We're coming back, at least to me Isn't what it used to see But let's go Oh, let's get stoned Let's go back to everyone we know
Lights out it more 'till you think what you are Best in the colors and faded out stars Now we touch base and we say how we are Why, everyone does
But we'll still play tag when we're old Which I usually blow