A song about flying kites. |
We can make it With just some string and glue and paper Popsicle sticks to save some cash These winds don’t judge baby We’ll be up and away There’s no time like today And I won’t be so ready tomorrow You know what they say About motivation and striking a flame Yeah, me neither But you get my point So reel out your kite string And hold on tight Oh we’ve got it right Up so high Can barely see specks against the sky They told us all it took was what we didn’t have But we showed them, we showed them So don’t get so discouraged Don’t let all these butterflies and dragons get you down Our little efforts are covered in our fingerprints And that’s more than they can say about how hard they’re trying They may have pretty nylon wings But we have glue sticks and sticky kisses After all those popsicles That red stain will never come out of my shirt So keep holding on to your kite string And keep it taut Baby we’ve got more than they think we should Maybe we are too naive, but that can’t be a bad thing When we’re smiling, we’re smiling But it’s wearing you out These dreams aren’t enough to keep you awake anymore And the after images are giving you a headache You just want to close you eyes and get some sleep You’re so tired and the wind is chilly And you’re letting me down You know you’re letting me down And your grips weak on your kite string And its way too slack Baby you can hardly keep your head up To watch the sky and our little flying tries Do you even want to? No, you just want to go home. So you can cut the strings And it won’t change one damn thing But baby it changed you When you look into that faded blue You think of our kites that you let loose Maybe they landed in someone else's yard Or even made it to the sea like so many lost balloons You don’t really care But maybe they’re still up there. |