It weaves through the sky like the finest of silks
To the edge of the sky it goes
Gone are the obstacles that would have you stop
Once there you have to drop
Each and every mile is longer than the last
Some of them twist and turn
Never does the shining and sparkling cease
Often it\'ll blind you
When the path finds itself in just the right place
Here and above the sun
Even though you can\'t know where the path with go
Really you\'ve always known
Even the skypath can\'t ever fill the sky. It ...