Got myself a mission
I'm going to find heaven
I made crepe paper wings

I think they'll carry me well

I left you a love poem

The best I have written
My favorite words
Were the ones I couldn't spell


They say I'm a lunatic
They say I'm a fool of it

I say that it's worth dreaming
Just for the dream of it


It's all about passion
It's all about preception
Don't call me on my cell phone

Cause there ain't no reception
When I'm gone


When I'm gone

I think I'm growing feathers

But I'm not sure of it
Because I started getting dizzy
About a hundred feet up


I made friends with the clouds
I made friends with the birds

If you as a goose a question
He never shuts up


Honestly I miss you
And I hope that you're missing me
Cause I could use your lips on me

And a little of drammamine

For the moment I could see

Way better than I've ever seen
Don't sell my stuff on ebay
Because I might be back

Before I'm gone

Before I'm gone


I'm not the kind of man
Who's into looking downwards

I've drank my share of pity
From the bartenders cup


There's so many people
Wondering what's the right direction
As far as I'm concerned

There's only one way up

And my fingers they are blisters

And my eyes they are bullet holes
My heart is still beating
Guess I'm pretty lucky


Pretty lucky


Pretty lucky

Pretty lucky


(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky


(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky


(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky


(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky