in the air somewhere on top of the world

to exist
amongst the clouds
to live
with the wild hearted
beside those spirits who dare to dream
who possess in them the courage to love another person
so unconditionally, so thoroughly, it cracks the dawn
pushes the sun off that cliff of the world just so it can tell the sky, 'hey, i really love them blue jeans you picked today'
rub elbows with the brave souls
the one's whose watering holes are found within the walls of their own skin
filling their cups with heavy fucked up days, what have i done days, shit i gotta heal days, shit i'm not sure how i'm gonna do that days...
i be amongst the hearts that are tenacious enough, open enough, wise enough
to understand the only way to really get over, is through
shuffle me in with the bones and bodies that believe in truth
seek a greater meaning than just this world of airplanes and technology
tvs on the back of chairs, packed in like sardines
if this plane goes down, i wanna be next to the guy who wins every time
because i win every time
it's a true story
i be amongst hearts that don't shrink when they've lost everything
everything
i'm amongst that good stuff that just keeps creating
even when all we got is bread crumbs and a dilapidated oven
i'm amongst those poetic hopes
the one's that know better days are on their way
and me and all these poems, these faces, these lives, suns, moons, and skies
we be rich
immeasurable by this silly planet's need to quantify value
that's coming too...
it's almost here you wild hearts
hang on
hang on sloopy