I got a ticket for an aeroplane,
could have ridden Chattanooga Choo Choo.
It didn't work out though, not in this life.
It's clear; it's not over. You are not through.
I once looked out on lofty forever.
I really wanted to soar on high
where angels fly on silvery wings
and sunsets smile on God high in the sky.
Once in a while, I thought I would float
on English ships or Maori canoes.
It never mattered. I couldn't let go.
It was old hat, unimportant, late news.
Every time I thought I'd broken through
the spell you wove so tightly, so true,
I realized I would never be free.
It's a known fact, I'm tangled up in you.
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