Forearm each
a rubber band
snapping on
a Japanese fan.
Odometer to
the breaking point
with the beat of each
elastic joint.
To fly...
to fly...
Liquid gold
in her muscle tone
dancing light
in every bone.
She's an unsolved
mystery
the medicine
I need to breathe.
And if you forget the beat
it's right there on your shoulder
hear it pound
the wheels are wound
they are spinning round and round
the hourglass is turned upside down
to fly you gotta get off the ground.
Open up
from the inside
your roots are only
deep as your mind.
You cannot end
where you don't begin
trust yourself
to the voice within.
And if you forget the words
they're right there in your mind's eye
see 'em curl
the notes unfurl
they're the bridge of every world
hear them whisper, dance, and twirl
sing your song, now, that's my girl.
To fly you gotta get off the ground.
