Thinking back upon the days when feelings shown bright all through

the night. No cares, no need to worry, or lie. Just remembering

flying high. Always seemed we’d fly again.

Another trip, along with another friend. Why did these days end?

Why did they end?

 

Running and laughing from place to place. Always loved the joy

present on your face. Driving on down, driving on by. Following

the road underneath the sky. Floating on high, floating on by.

With my friend forever, and I.

 

These words you heard and emotions you learned. Never can you

say the untrue or deny what you once knew. The days we spent

searching around the town. Were the ones which we never wanted

coming down. Never ever ending and more, the feeling of flying

high, forever. Upon the earth, we soar.

11/14/95