If I were to fall through the sky br I'm not so certain I'd want to die br Though across my mind it were to pass br If not before the very last. br br Somehow it dawned upon my mark br Before upon my heaven's hark br That betwixt my ever present dreaming br There could be a part of me leaning br br Without these thoughts it would be swift br Easy to allow my mind to drift br From one stranded land to another br Could it meander and not be troubled br br But as I fall I must bear to think br Of what the sultry future brings.