©2010 Crandall

I don’t wanna come down
I’m riding high up in blue
Caught up in the jet stream

See the contrails drift behind me
Some strange clear sky relapse
A moment’s grace, a camera’s flash

Waiting for the crash

I can’t help but see the sights
Of a 12-gauge shotgun
Locked onto its target

I’m a bird without a future
A stone’s throw from the end
I could lift up and take flight

Try to save my own skin

But I don’t wanna come down
I don’t wanna come down
I just wanna be right
I just wanna be right
I just wanna be right here

No I won’t disappear
No I won’t disappear
I hope the wind will catch me

And carry me to happy

Where I stop repeating
Thoughts like records skipping
Forwards backwards jumping

Caught between the grooves ‘til I

Only hear the static
The sound of my heart pumping
The flutter of wings too weak to fly

No I won’t come down
I don’t wanna come down
I just wanna feel right
I just wanna feel right
I just want to be right here

No I won’t disappear

I just wanna feel right
I just wanna feel right
I just want to be right
Here