Painting the Sky

could we keep on partin’ mountains
movin’ oceans little by little
[re]paintin’ the sky
one inch at a time
oh the scaffold reaches up so high
you goin’ up there
I’m gonna try
the high water line it’s a sign
am I alright
you’re doin’ just fine
son still your mind
you’re with your own kind
we’re not alone anymore
oh that’s so divine
didn’t know how alone
til’ I spent a little time
underground with my own kind
now I’m drinkin’ coffee
traded in the wine
samsonite chairs
fluorescent lights glare
and we no longer care
livin’ one day this way
is quite ok with me