Welcome Home - Kittyhawk

Fourty-five evenings I’ve been watching the ceiling,

a shooting star I’ll tie a lasso to.

We’re all joining hands,

shut your eyes you’ll see better.

I’d like to see just how far I can get from you.

If they won’t take me I guess I’ve got bigger problems.

Don’t dry your cheek as I go up in that green light.

All that energy I will leave while ascending,

pack it up and tie an anchor to.

Things I just won’t need while I’m meeting our maker,

I am vessel, I am now something new.

If they won’t take me I guess I’ve got bigger problems.

Don’t dry your cheek as I go up in that green light.

The sense of community, the sounds of slowed breathing.

Comparison colored I am finding truth.

If they won’t take me I guess I’ve got bigger problems.

Don’t dry your cheek as I go up in that green light.

(Try to chase me now, try to watch me now, try to catch me now.)