| Fly |
| I know I should feel welcome here way up in the atmosphere but I am afraid and if I land on earth again I'll be happy just to cut my face while I shave Now the sky is floating by but I am not a cloud and I've decided I was not designed to fly After all, I'm only sand to irritate the oyster and to wait for a pearl and even though I must concede greatness has eluded me I'd still miss the world And I would have regrets were I to pirouette inside a metal jet and I am not prepared to sprout a pair of wings and fly |