I look up at the clouds, I shut my eyes and concentrate but still I'm on the ground, Inever seem to levitate. I'm jealous of the birds, they only have to spread their wingsand off they go again, they hardly try or anything.Why must I be marooned on this earth, anchored to this dirt by a head like a lead balloon?I guess I think too much, I think too many heavy thoughts to fly away from all the reasons that I'm overwrought.And yet I stay obsessed, I dream of circling the sun, escaping from the world, I wonder but I can't outrun.Why must I be marooned on this earth, anchored to this dirt by a head like a lead balloon?Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh...*
