If I could break off a piece of the sky for you,
I would frame it in solid gold.
I'd wrap it up in newsprint and tie it up with brown string.

I'd drop it in the mailbox with no return address and walk away.

Maybe it'd get lost,

somewhere along the way,
and end up with a stranger who didn't even know what he had.
Maybe he would pass it on,

or sell it on the internet,
or melt down the gold frame for a quick buck or two.


And it's all for nothing in the end,
yeah it's all worth nothing in the end.
I can waste my breath explaining good intentions,

but you'll never get the package that I sent.



Maybe somewhere down the line,
I'd find that piece of sky again,
hanging in a museum or dentist waiting room.


All those shades of blue,
would bring the memory back.

I'd take a picture with my cell phone to show you what I tried to do.



And it's all for nothing in the end,
yeah it's all worth nothing in the end.
I can waste my breath explaining good intentions,

but you'll never get the package that I sent.