my mind is a kite
with no string
that swings
so no matter what it is
i see the whole thing
panoramic
i get the view from all around
i look at every single thing
but the ground
my town is a changin location
i'm always on the move
so my life is like its own vacation
i should buy a t-shirt wherever i go
maybe a hat
and some magnets
a couple sweatshirts for the snow
i'll let ya know when i land
i'll send you the address
put everything i own in a bag
the bag stretched
til it just couldn't stretch no more
had to start a second
i got some more to throw in
i'll start in a second
let's start erectin whole cities in our dreams
ariadne
see if we can live outside our means
even badly
whatever it takes
give chase
find a faultline to stand on whenever it quakes

(Chorus)
i'll squeeze everything i can
out of the sky until it's gone
this sunset would be a lot more beautiful
if i wasn't so cold
so cold
cos nothin ever really says goodbye
until it's gone
and this roof here
would be a lot more useful
if it wasn't so old
so old

i'm friends with the moon
i wax when it wanes
when the sun catches fire
we pull back from the flames
we slumber together
til the light starts to end
then we make our own fire
the moon is my friend
we go for little walks
sometimes we hold hands
we'll still know each other
when i'm an old man
he's older than me
but he'll still be alive
it's cold with a breeze outside
perfect weather to fly
there's no traffic
or radio static
no bad motorist habits
it's all fantastic
plastic wrap around my brand new wings
i'd cut it off
but i love brand new things
and the feel of em
yo the wind's peelin em back
like it's stealin em
but i keep stealin em back
i like a little give and take with the sky
it's a game
and we play it every day it doesn't rain

(Chorus)
i'll squeeze everything i can
out of the sky until it's gone
this sunset would be a lot more beautiful
if i wasn't so cold
so cold
cos nothin ever really says goodbye
until it's gone
and this roof here
would be a lot more useful
if it wasn't so old
so old
(x2)

(Jeff Foote)

there's a section of my brain
that can still feel pain
not only feels it
but it likes it
can't see an old match
without wantin to strike it
despite this i'm fine
though i still spend some time
in that part of my mind
i can't help it
ignorin emotion would just be selfish
when i'm feelin colder than ice
i try to melt it
even though it's dangerous
to live in the past
you'll never get to the next
til you accept the last
so first thing's first
when the purse strings burst
the words spill onto the page
and the verse seems cursed
it's got a mind of its own
it's similar to mine
with nobody in the cockpit
the plane's still flyin
for cryin out loud
i spill my guts to the crowd
like i pulled a knife out
stuck it in
and dug it around
it's one hell of a performance piece
you can't stomach it?
neither can i
ha ha ha

(Jeff Foote)