So I got on my private plane, a runaway train
And told the man to set sail
Put my seat back, windows down, sunroof open

No pennies on the rails
And I'm writing in the margins, colouring outside the lines
I'm spraypainting public property

I'm breaking things that don't belong to me
The box, I'm thinking outside-inside-outside...


It's amazing

I'm inviting ants inside for a shoulder ride

Or a cup of tea
I'm watching six tiny legs flail in the air
And thanking the powers that be

And if I could get inside that head, it might be a little cramped
But revealing
And now I'm reaching up and feeling

The ceiling

It's amazing