Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Back When I Could Fly



I used to be invisible, a shape changing magic kid.
I could move at the speed of thought and frequently I did,
But my greatest accomplishment was a slow and looping glide.
I saw the tops of everything, back when I could fly.

I'd take my daily nap on the highest leafy branch,
And follow shooting stars on a comet's fiery lance.
I was quite the prodigy, when I owned the sky.
I never thought I'd have to walk, back when I could fly.

Keep your eye on the ball, your feet on solid ground.
Always sit up straight and tall and never make a sound.
In just a few short years, I learned not to be a child,
And I forgot the things I had when I was wild.

Now, my child, you'll learn arithmetic, coloring and sports.
You'll have a flair for nouns and verbs, and be late with book reports.
But in spite of all the rules that bind your wings so tight,
I hope you won't forget about the days when you could fly.

I'd take my daily nap on the highest leafy branch,
And follow shooting stars on a comet's fiery lance.
I was quite the prodigy, when I owned the sky.
I never thought I'd have to walk,
I never had to try,
Back when I could fly.

Lyrics by Keith & Beth Grimwood/Idlet
Song recorded by Trout Fishing in America

(You can listen to about thirty seconds of the song at the link. While you're there, check out the hilarious "The Window"!)

2 comments:

Penny L. Richards said...

We saw Trout Fishing in America last summer, at a free concert in the central garden at the Getty Center--pretty sweet way to spend a Sunday afternoon in August. I have a picture around here someplace of my son hugging one of the TFA guys....

EGJ said...

Wow, that is a great song. Had to buy it on iTunes straight away. I am actually still convinced I used to fly as a child. I also had a direct link to God and sent bottle post to the my little ponies... Anyway, thanks so much for posting about this.

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