oh i could fly upon wings of icarus
up and far away from roots I didn\'t have
far and wide to fall through clouds
and sleep on pillows of convenience
woken by the false alarms of freedom
inside sleazy deals and taxi cab romance
to the station of main-liner\'s tracks
where trains of passing thought sped
ever running late oh so much too late
to catch up on all the swallowed hurt
hidden, ahead of hedonistic thought-
-step-throughs in opportunities window
to meet with wildcat dreamers in the night
chasing prey upon powder white snow
ever running, running, ever running
running from themselves through a fog
where Miss Adventure saw them stumble
onto their folly tree sword of destiny
beneath trooper lights and survival\'s gift
-that pinch of realities grasp
seen opening up beneath ribbons and wraps
. becoming conventional to a tee
. gather you remnant few lets play again
. show \'em how it\'s done