Cloudy skies and paper wings,
I need no place. I have no things.
For, to fly from the rain,
one must stay light. I can’t complain
for the rain is just sometimes
the the rest is all sunshine,
and those are the times.
I don’t mind if I do
Go alone or with someone else.
I could fly with her or all by myself.
I’m just selling my wings for a flight to the sun.
I might be a fool to try it.
She might be a fool too and come.
How would I know?
How would I know?
Everybody’s got their way.
What’s to say hello?
But befriending, pretending intending defending,
I’d never swoop so low.
I’ve got the stars for secrets,
rendevous and games.
I’m tempted by the sun.
I’m slowed by the rain.
And times got me thinking
and laughing to find
that it will not be wasted away.
How would I know?
How would I know?
If I could tell a wishing well
a wish and to come true,
I would not wish for riches or for love.
I’d wish for my wings
to be done by the spring
and then I’d fly off to the sun.