Tag

Airplane of our trees
Spaces and what it seems
But let’s go way down low
Take me back to everyone I know
Little bird of these clouds
Can you make it rain somehow?
In time, well, we find
All our changes wash away themselves
We’ll trade off saying how it goes
Maybe stretch the lows
We’re coming back, at least to me
Isn’t what it used to see
But let’s go
Oh, let’s get stoned
Let’s go back to everyone we know
Lights out it more 'till you think what you are
Best in the colors and faded out stars
Now we touch base and we say how we are
Why, everyone does
But we’ll still play tag when we’re old
Which I usually blow