Ramble on and on, the thoughts that fill my head

Sometimes I wake up

there's nothing there but emptiness

so I search myself for what there was to do

Flashing backward still

I think about my youthful dreams

Honest childhood, running dry of years

Sometimes I look back

it doesn't seem that it was me

So who was I then, who am I today?

Can you hear me now?

My thoughts are moving fast

can't seem to catch them in the draft

Floating upward like a kite that's left my grip

Flying higher toward the sky, so blue

I crank my neck

And try to follow as it drifts off into space...