All the kids on Courtney
say my name is funny soundin’.
Some days it seems I’m drownin’
in a sea of such strange dream.
If I could fly I’d fly,
but all I can do is try.
but O’ just wait ’til she sees me,
Flying ‘cross the sky
over the heads so hiiiiiiigh
of all the kids on Courtney
who tease me.
Riding on the shoulder
of a giant puppet looking down
and all the kids on Courtney
will look like ants on the ground.
The train whistles blowing
but it’s not slowing, no.
My thoughts hop on, they’re goin’.
They won’t return for all I know.