My mind's in the trees with the birds when they sleep
Aas our ghosts float up t'wards the moon
Though lifeless we seem, we're still holding the string
That someday we will have to let go
Though sometimes I get caught in the tide
Shaking hands showing teeth searching eyes
And the things in my hands tie me down where I stand
When from somewhere you call me back home to your side
And life's but a dream made of leavers and strings
As our ghosts float up t'wards the moon
While peaceful we lay not afraid of the day
When we let go and all fly away
Though sometimes I get caught in the tide
Shaking hands showing teeth searching eyes
And the things in my hands tie me down where I stand
When from somewhere you call me back home to your side
And life's but a dream made of leavers and strings
As our ghosts float up t'wards the moon
While peaceful we lay not afraid of the day
When we let go and all fly away
So who's ready to find a new way