Jamison Young: music

maybe i fly in high fields
flying with things can't be seen
all about knowing the way to land
how to land with no strings

no body's out there
everyone's attached to the sky
no body's out there
everyone's attached to the sky

could this be the one to set me free
would i be the fire beneath the water
rain falls falls apon the mountain
stream flows flows unto the tide

yet
no body's out there
everyone's attached to the sky
no body's out there
everyone's attached to the sky

could this be the ocean
to the river
would these be the stairs to all them stars
if i take a breath on that mountain
then swim swim where i arrive

no body's out there
everyone's attached to the sky
no body's out there
everyone's attached to the sky