I bury myself in the leaves to sleep
The sun so strong and rage so deep
I keep waking to find I've been dreaming again

And the sound of the ocean is not a plane
And far away they talk about me
In newspaper columns they write about me

round dinner tables and @@#!tail parties
I'm a !@(%e and a tragic figure
I'm a !@(%e as I'm lying here

Beneath my sky

And sometimes

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder

Why we're always coming down
And why we need to touch the ground
And why I didn't keep on heading

right on up to heaven
I miss my sky


Here from below the clouds are shadows
Not the golden mountains I used to fly through
Here from below the sky?s a painting

In a child's room with the future waiting
But not for me


I look up at the birds flying overhead
My sentinel's true but the signals dead
It's been 500 days of hope and sorrow

500 nights with no tomorrow
And the poetry and the best of me
And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me

All fell into the azure sea
In the tailspin with the last of me
And my wings, and my song, all that I knew is dead and gone

I'm weak and tired but my will is strong
And my hope lives on, my hope lives onS


But sometimes
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder
Why we're always coming down
Why we need to touch the ground

Why I didn't keep on heading
Right on up to heaven
I miss my sky

I miss my sky