free floating
Tons of free balloons
Wanting to float somewhere.
Are kept through their strings
From going anywhere
By the hands of children
Already told
That practice makes perfect
When you’re searching for gold.
The time to commit
Starts younger than you’d think.
They take all the play
And pour it down the sink.
They take all the hope
And push it to the brink
And watch it slide down
The slippery slope that links
The future to the present,
And the present to the past.
Hold tight darling
It’s the last dance.
Always seems
After you got the door unlatched
No matter how far you go
There’s always strings attached.
You stand below the ledge
Look up at her light
She looks down saying
I’ll hold you tight.
You climb to the top
Where there’s lots of long hair
But even when you hold her
There’s nobody there.
Height gives you distance
You see the whole sky
But you only see the ghost
Of a balloon floating by.
We plan for a future
That's built on our past
But with the present interfering
The future can’t last.
Hold tight darling
It’s the last dance.
Always seems
After you got the door unlatched
No matter how far you go
There’s always strings attached.
Everybody’s stuck
On what is and what was
What can be just seems
To get left in the dust.
Like Lady Macbeth
Who couldn’t sleep
Our dreams are something
We can’t keep.
Sweet dreaming of eating
A five pound marshmallow
Wake up to find
You’ve eaten your pillow.
We bury the past.
We dig the hole deep.
The future’s far off
And the present’s not for keeps.
My life’s wounded
Got a broken past.
Hold tight darling
It’s the last dance.
Always seems
After you got the door unlatched
No matter how far you go
There’s always strings attached.
Love knocked on the door
Looking for its twin.
Voice said right address
But there's no room at this inn.
Went on to the next.
They let it in,
Only to find
Its fraternal twin.
To find identical
Is no easy task
Identity is even harder to find
‘Cause it don’t last.
The future looks promising
The present makes us think
But a past of broken promises
Makes it sink.
What happened to Samson
When he pulled on chains to the past?
Hold tight darling
It’s the last dance.
Always seems
After you got the door unlatched
No matter how far you go
There’s always strings attached.