I Know I Don't Know

Ender to an eve reaches down a hand
Can’t remember when we last lost ourselves
Take off, gonna get ours
Anything goes as long as joy’s the plan
Every now and then, more than that admit
Take it off, writ in the sky
Anyways, I would give you all I have
And it’s one more tip with a feathered cap
One more trip to the habitat
One more whip of a cheeky slap
One more dip in the natural sap
That’s that
It’s a wheel, it’s a wheel
It’s a wheel, it’s a wheel
It’s a wheel, it’s a wheel
It’s a wheel, it’s a wheel